How beauty goes and dies:
Creased face, crumpled back and shoulders, emptiness Of thought; disappearing hips
And shrivelled vagina and breasts!
0 how now they retreat! And thighs?
How fleshless, plumpless
And now too numb for romance’s
And love’s big games!
In time past she was sweetly beautiful, Sweetly beautiful. . .
As she lay beneath
And the lips of her triangle
Stuck out from inside her tiny spring...
Sweetly beautiful
In time past,
Sweetly beautiful...
How your beauty fades and dies
AS all beauty must groan and die
0h! Zulu Princess, No more the graceful, sprightly dancer
N0 more my sprightly sprite!
