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OLD AGE
Old Age
Time's gentle hands, they softly creep,
And whisper secrets, in the silence deep.
The lines on our face, they tell a tale,
Of laughter and tears, of joy and fail.
Our steps, they slow, our hearts, they age,...
Old Age
Time's gentle hands, they softly creep,
And whisper secrets, in the silence deep.
The lines on our face, they tell a tale,
Of laughter and tears, of joy and fail.
Our steps, they slow, our hearts, they age,...
