by Oscar Wilde (Author)

"How sad it is I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June... If it were only the other way If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old For that-for that-I would give everything Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give I would give my soul for that "

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