As She Passes

She has beauty, she has youth.
What is time, what is truth?

Her tread sings along the street.
What are old and groaning feet?

Life, a lover suave and gay,
Companions her upon her way.

He whispers of a tryst tomorrow.
What is betrayal, what is sorrow?
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