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'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. - Edward Moore 'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. - Edward Moore 'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. - Edward Moore