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CElia, let not pride undo you,
Love and life fly swiftly on;
Let not Damon still pursue you,
Still in vain, till love is gone:
See how fair the blooming rose is,
See by all how justly priz’d;
But when it its beauty loses,
See the wither’d thing despis’d.
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When these charms that youth have lent you,
Like the roses are decay’d,
Celia you’ll too late repent you,
And be forc’d to die a maid!
Die a maid! die a maid! die a maid!
Celia you’ll too late repent you,
And be forc’d to die a maid!
