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Old

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We get old

Forgetting we were young

No one would believe us

White hair

No hair

Everything takes longer

We wonder what to do with our day

An irony

On irony

We know more

Unless we gave that up

Stopping in our heads

Sometime ago

We could grow

We have things to say

Who wants to listen?

The gray become unseen

Unheard

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