love has a heavy price,

time demands its toll,

ephemeral the bonds

wanton mortality stole

he's in bed, very poorly,

I feel he might be dying,

lucozade's not working,

I hear only weak crying

yet he's had a good life,

for after all, he had me,

swains I rued when he

went down on his knee

long years I devoted

to what is my inferior,

he never had...

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marching years wear

furrows in our faces,

pits and wan hollows

no denying the traces

our faces look like hell

wrinkles so eerily bold

yet our hearts are kids

that'll never grow old

your skin was like honey

hair smoother than silk

hands, soft and tender

shoulders white as milk

honey and silk no more,

hands crabbed and bent,

shoulders thin and...

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