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When I see my age in the mirror of age,
I have lost all but just their reflections,
Correct my thinking makes me a sage,
I follow them as the master of my actions.
Bitter days we forget happy days remind,
Time captures the worst to make us wise,
It leaves the happy days forever behind,
Sour days to teach my words memorize,
Always the green counts age in years,
Always the foolish lives in the past days
Always tears trap the clever with fears,
Always all wiser do write God praise.
Man is a model of the Super being’s skill,
To fight with evils he puts His mighty will.
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