The Lady of the Lake, who stands among the Lilacs, has a serene and comely countenance, ageless in her beauty and untiring in her duty as a purveyor of water. Is it the fountain of youth upon which she stands? As the seasons change, her quiet charm remains unchanged. She cannot say the same about those who pass her by. We were once youthful, as she is, and now we can only envy her unchanging state. As I pass by and gaze upon the tranquility of her eternal youth, I must remember that right now I am younger than I will ever be.
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