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Then at will By the pale death With his cold hand Who with time will stroke Your breasts at last The precious coral of your lips Long past Your shoulders' snow, now warm Turned cold to sand Your eyes' sunset lightning The skills of your hand To him before whom all things fail Will fall That hair that rivale bow Its bleam will pall With days and years As any common band Your well-formed foot Your so enchanting ways Of not to dust, to nothing Time decays Then none will bow down For your beauty's sake This and more than this Will come to be Not even your bones The end of time will see Since time chose of nothing it to make