When I Grow Too Old To Love A Moon
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When I grow too old to love a Moon,
When its phantom arms come circling round;
Or its ancient face only makes me sigh
When the silvered moon-drops hit the ground-
Bury me quickly,
Bury me soon:
For life has become just another lie.
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