What lights in flame extinguishes through Time.

Naught is immortal, nor ever will be;

‘Tis the spirit of decadence to fade

Away the eld for nature’s young to shine.

The beauty of death, the beauty of death!


Let not chance take flight away from thee; seize it.


Thou need’st love to heal loneliness.

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