Statues are so beautiful Age shall not wither them Photos frame milliseconds So the years can't condemn Lamentably We will grow old And relentlessly We will grow cold But in my dream of Dorian Gray I staple blossom onto trees Carve my image deep in rock And drink from virgin arteries Born a perfect specimen Purity is only loaned Curse chromosomes as slowly flesh Learns to drip down from bone So inevitably We will grow old And regrettably We will grow cold But in my dream of Dorian Gray I staple blossom onto trees Carve my image deep in rock And drink from virgin arteries Glowing youth slows to dulled age And liver spotted atrophy Degraded and decrepit Salad days grind to senility But in my dream of Dorian Gray I staple blossom onto trees Carve my image deep in rock And drink from virgin arteries
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