Thou keep`st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will be over, Think`st thou that Death will kiss thee? Think`st thou that the Dark House Will find thee such a lover As I? Will the new roses miss thee? Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust `Neath which the last year lies, For thou shouldst more mistrust Time than my eyes.SourceThe script ran 0.008 seconds.
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