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What you see in the glass tell me this,
Your beauty is not beauty is forever,
And in old age none comes to kiss,
Prideful beauty woes always devour,
I love your beauty that dies with time
I love your tongue that has no change,
We die one day but live in the rime,
Death nothing we our being exchange.
I see smile on your cute wrinkled face,
Behind it lives youth time circle ends,
Silver in hair adds charm to your grace,
Till the last breath for you God sends.
Face beauty loses when silver in hair,
Time circle ends your pretty love affair.
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