I am growing old

"Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day;
Life is fading fast away. . . .
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me.
Yes, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me."


— Alvise Cornaro

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