Not all die early, dying young
Not all die early, dying young
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night
A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop
Whole statured by the side
Of Junior of Fourscore ’twas Act
Not Period that died.
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