Whither art thee
Thine beauty remains
None should marred thee
Lest they desire my wrath
For those eye you with scorn
Little heed do I pay for their deeds
To deny thine beauty
It is folly
For beauty fades N' grow weary
It is fate for all things
As all fades
So do thy beauty
N' never again shall the world behold such beauty
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