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Death come greet me till my youth is alive,
When my beauty still flares, intact and alight.

Don't wish creases to slash through, deploring my facade,
Let me die young, known ill-fated whose charm be preserved for decades uncounted.

Don't let age wither my dazzle; mark my face revered and immortalised.

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