A thing of beauty is a love forever
Its tenderness amplify loveliness
It can never pass into nothingness
Virtue, how frail and rare—it's temper
To the meek, it sells eternal bliss
Purity, Snowy it remains
Supreme, lacks not it stays
Genuine, how real—deeper than a kiss
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