Frail Beauty
The raven hair of youth turns gray;
Bright eyes grow dim; soft cheeks grow pale;
The joyous heart becomes less gay:
For beauty is a thing so frail,
If once Time's fingers touch it in caress,
It droops, and loses all its loveliness.
The raven hair of youth turns gray;
Bright eyes grow dim; soft cheeks grow pale;
The joyous heart becomes less gay:
For beauty is a thing so frail,
If once Time's fingers touch it in caress,
It droops, and loses all its loveliness.
Bright eyes grow dim; soft cheeks grow pale;
The joyous heart becomes less gay:
For beauty is a thing so frail,
If once Time's fingers touch it in caress,
It droops, and loses all its loveliness.
The raven hair of youth turns gray;
Bright eyes grow dim; soft cheeks grow pale;
The joyous heart becomes less gay:
For beauty is a thing so frail,
If once Time's fingers touch it in caress,
It droops, and loses all its loveliness.
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