Youth's last lament,
Shivers at its eulogy,
Suffers at new prospects,
Wipes the sweat from its brow,
Weeps over loss,
And stares amazedly into the distance.
Shivers at its eulogy,
Suffers at new prospects,
Wipes the sweat from its brow,
Weeps over loss,
And stares amazedly into the distance.
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