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In the days when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, I know one boy who won't be sweating. I intend to raise my coffin-lid briskly, throw a few things into an overnight bag, and, whistling something appropriate, prepare to meet my Maker.
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"Bye Bye Blackbird, Hello Mortal Sin", The Dog It Was that Died (1965)
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The first half of the quote is Ecclesiastes, 12:3

 

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