Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
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I just collected "Farcaster: Lion"
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Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.
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