arobot

Time claimed the beauties

Time claimed the beauties

 

I used to shine by myself on duty

But time claimed the beauty

I am so plain, a star for none

The ones hurrying this way

Do not disturb me with your love

I cannot bear any love any more

I am now in peace with my red clay stove

Go back, delayed amour,No good to flirt

Snow has covered my train of skirt

 my knees, and sleeves Next

And then the unclosed Bible

At last reach the sands upon my breast

Oh, love, when you finally arrived

At a common woman, revived

Is not her eyelashes drooped

She is at an undisturbed rest



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