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So here I am beside the lake
Where in past seasons I had run
And so much time, ill winds would take
For middle age had just begun.

A cold moon burns in Autumn sky
Its rays shining on swirling glass
I hear the ocean breeze's sigh
And feel the fleeting lifetimes pass.

Through youth's currents, I strongly rowed
My playful times of love and vice
Now nothing's left but evening's glow
In this my tropic paradise.

Bright tower lights shine from afar
And marble clouds drift from the sea
I sadly gaze upon my star
As cruel time claims her victory.