Comes as quickly as it fades,
Far away over the dark waters.
When youth slips away
Can a painted canvas alter?
A man that master emotions,
Can end a sorrow
Invent a pleasure,
As he sees confront
Although a simple portrait
Of pure beauty
Can have a life of its own,
A mysterious quality,
Sometimes more fatal
Than good or precious,
If age can be passed to art
Making vanity immortal,
We can wish straight
Into the eyes of foolishness,
And trade our soul for temptation,
How little do we know
What goes inside a man.
How little do we know
How to grow old with dignity
And love when we risk the chance.
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