Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
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But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
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