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'Thus endeth all the beauty of us.
'So we make moan for the old sweet days,
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The bowed nose, fallen from goodlihead;
Foul flapping ears like water‑flags;
Peaked chin, and cheeks all waste and dead,
And lips that are two skinny rags:
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The arms made short, the hands made lean,
The shoulders bowed and ruinous,
The breasts, alack! all fallen in;
The flanks too, like the breasts, grown thin;
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Poor old light women, two or three
Squatting above the straw‑fire's blaze,
The bosom crushed against the knee,
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