Coil
montecute
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To me, fair friend,
You never can be old.
For as you were, when first your eye,
I eyed,
Such seems you beuaty still.
Three winters cold have full forrests shook three summers pride.
Three beautious springs to yellow autumn turned.
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three april perfumes in three hot junes burned.
Since first I saw you fresh which later waned.
Ahh, yet doth beauty like a dour hand
Steal from his figure, only pace percieved.
So your sweet hue, which me thinks still doth stand
Hath motion and mine eye may be decieved.
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbread
Air you were born was beatious summer dead.
- Album:
- Backwards
- Live In Moscow
- Scatology
- The Angelic Converstation
- Non-Album Releases
- CASETTE MUSIC
- ...Maid! How Slow Can You Go? #4
- The Wire Tapper 6: Special Edition
- Musick to Play in the Dark, Volume 1
- The Ape of Naples
- Horse Rotorvator
- The Snow
- A Guide for Finishers: A Golden Hair
- Live Three
- 2002-04-13: Glauchau, Germany
- 2002-04-07: München, Germany
- The Ambient Groove, Volume 3
- Live at the Barbican 2002
- Windowpane / The Snow
- The Golden Hare With a Voice of Silver