Winter of Love
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¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ treasure of thy lusty days,
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This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
(Blackout of Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare)
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