vellere tum cupias albos a stirpe capillos, iam speculo rugas increpitante tibi, exclusa inque vicem fastus patiare superbos, et quae fecisti facta queraris anus! has tibi fatalis cecinit mea pagina diras: eventum formae disce timere tuae!.
Then may you wish to tear out the white hairs by the roots now that the mirror chides you with your wrinkles. Shut out yourself in turn, may you suffer anothers haughty scorn and, now a crone, complain that what you once did yourself is done to you. Such are the deadly curses my page prophesies for you: learn to dread the end that awaits your beauty.
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