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'Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away
They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day'
Rub-a-dub-dub
It's time for a scrub
So through clouds of steam
To a cracked and faded cream bath-tub
Wanders frail Aphrodite
So pale, pink and white
She is naked as sin
Wearing nothing but a grin
And the pin in her hair
Will she be drowned?
Found with her hair tied behind
Shoulders back and head inclined
To the sound of music playing above
Bathing her in love
The darkness and fear will disappear like the soap
When she opens her eyes
She throws back the dormer windows
Morning light shows
Ophelia raised from her watery grave
In a brave new world
