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[Anonymous No.19371425]

Time turns the old things to derision
And our loves into corpses or wives,
And marriage and death and division
Make barren our lives

[Anonymous No.19371441]

Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing,
Beauty passes like a breath and love is lost in loathing

[Anonymous No.19371518]

>>19371441
>>19371425
shut up retard

[Anonymous No.19371556]

>>19371518
Life, why, what is it but a floure, a bubble in the water, a spann long and full of misere

[Anonymous No.19371648]

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.

[Anonymous No.19371688]

Now this is the story all about how,
My life got flipped-turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool,
And all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school.

When a couple of guys who were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,
The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare,
But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,
and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later."
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.