Beauty and Time

Beauty, where is praise,
Praise for all thy kind?
I give all my days,
All my mind.

Harsh the songs men sing,
Heavy are the words;
Nothing light as birds
Twittering.

Still, my lips are pure,
Thrilled with songs of thee;
Still, we shall endure
History.

Future days are ours,
Future lines and rhymes;
Timeless our good times
Climbing stars!

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