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O dear, as each day passes we grow old And those smooth cheeks each time I would fain kiss, And those warm lips, the vortex of my bliss Will not forever Time’s assault to with hold.

O dear, as each day passes we grow old
And those smooth cheeks each time I would fain kiss,
And those warm lips, the vortex of my bliss
Will not forever Time’s assault to with hold.

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