As Those Who Eat A Luscious Fruit, Sunbaked, Full Of Sweet Juice, With Zest, Until They Find It Finished, And Their Appetite Unslaked, And So Return And Eat The Pared-Off Rind; - We, Who In Youth, Set White And Careless Teeth In The Ripe Fruits Of Pleasure While They Last, Later, Creep Back To Gnaw The Cast-Off Sheath, And Find There Is No Rival Like The Past.
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