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    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: and this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he's a-getting, the sooner will his race be run. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; but being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

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    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: and this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he's a-getting, the sooner will his race be run. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; but being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

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    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: and this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he's a-getting, the sooner will his race be run. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; but being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

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    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

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