While roses are so red, While lilies are so white, Shall a woman exalt her face Because it gives delight? She`s not so sweet as a rose, A lily`s straighter than she, And if she were as red or white She`d be but one of three. Whether she flush in love`s summer Or in its winter grow pale, Whether she flaunt her beauty Or hide it away in a veil, Be she red or white, And stand she erect or bowed, Time will win the race he runs with her And hide her away in a shroud.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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