O Cruel fair, Whose flowing hair The envy and the pride of all is, As onward roll The years, that poll Will get as bald as a billiard ball is; Then shall your skin, now pink and dimply, Be tanned to parchment, sear and pimply! When you behold Yourself grown old, These words shall speak your spirits moody: "Unhappy one! What heaps of fun I`ve missed by being goody-goody! Oh, that I might have felt the hunger Of loveless age when I was younger!"SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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