Your wrinkled face tells your age is fleeing.

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Your wrinkled face tells your age is fleeing.
Silver in the hair exposes the tale of youth,
How can we shun time, time such a being,
Perishes all but in which there is no truth.
O Lady! Ponder on your past erotic days:
Full of sins no virtue what have you done?
It is self-deceiving and false God’s praise,
Yea, like a youth in old age we cannot run.
Some day you will be eaten by the worms,
None will ask you from where you come.
The flying soul finishes your beauty charms.
And your gleeful end your first traitor chum.

All worlds parish but my love remains above
The cruel time chains can’t enchain my love