I am as aged as the bank of the sea
The flush of my youth have withered and gone
Like flowers through the lacerate of summer
I was loving and kind with ecstacy
I was bright under ripples of the sun
Minding my life is a gift from dower.
The ashes of time have stolen my youth
It was the storm's breath that unveiled the truth.
When cold hands of death comes hush me along
To the cold room where I can feel among
Please do not mourn for I have cheated death
By trading my birth for a fresher breath.
Wear not the theme of the night on your heart
Rather, unwear the damask of sorrow
Make the linen of your eyes white as cat
We all shall bask in the age of mellow.
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