Seasons come and go
And wheels of Time turn so
That Beauty pants to keep abreast with them.
Coquitur autem vere tempora
in apricis
unus post alterum
ire;
et ipsi erunt liberales intermissiones
sed tu
tibi mitis erit
sine intermissiones habent.
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