Love Is the Golden Grown of the World

Time’s Oldest Trick

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A charming girl, time’s oldest trick;
She’s as pretty as a falling star,
And as rugged as a mountain.
Her eyes are as bright as a solar flare and long as a luminous lake:
She’s quite a girl that catches the eyes of wandering married men.
Who has not fallen for the illusion of a beautiful girl whom every stud wants to taste;
And that is the problem when every bud wants to lick the dew on the grass.
Oh, beautiful girl, time’s oldest trick, has made a fool of the brawniest of giants;
Many have been cut down like trees in a storm and sent to the dark place so early.