But a Little While

I have known

Hands cold as stone

And the kiss

That brings no bliss.

I have lost myself in lust

And forgot the dust

In a young woman’s painted smile

For a little while.

On this cold spring day

I know my grey

And all girl’s painted smiles

Will, as this day

Stay but a little while.

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