Coil - Montecute lyrics

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To me, fair friend,<br />

You never can be old.<br />

For as you were, when first your eye,<br />

I eyed,<br />

Such seems you beuaty still.<br />

Three winters cold have full forrests shook three summers pride.<br />

Three beautious springs to yellow autumn turned.<br />

In process of the seasons have I seen,<br />

Three april perfumes in three hot junes burned.<br />

Since first I saw you fresh which later waned.<br />

Ahh, yet doth beauty like a dour hand<br />

Steal from his figure, only pace percieved.<br />

So your sweet hue, which me thinks still doth stand<br />

Hath motion and mine eye may be decieved.<br />

For fear of which, hear this thou age unbread<br />

Air you were born was beatious summer dead.

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