Xi. Montecute (civ) lyrics

Artist  : Coil 
Song : Xi. Montecute (civ)



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 To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For
as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such
seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers'
pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow
autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have
I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot
Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh,
which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty,
like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and
no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which
methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and
mine eye may be deceived:
     For fear of
which, hear this, thou age unbred;
     Ere
you were born was beauty's summer dead.