.To me, fair friend,
You never can be old.
For as you were, when first your eye,
I eyed,
Such seems you beuaty still.
Three winters cold have full forrests shook three summers pride.
Three beautious springs to yellow autumn turned.
In process of the seasons have I seen,
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