Old man (of Maroth)

Oh, I'm not the Philosopher passionate,
That before so I knew how to love,
My spring and summer red
Gone - so far away!
Amur, light of the golden age!
Gods you all Bole honored:
Brother! estli I were born again,
Oh, it would serve you.

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