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Age is not an omen of fear Terrifying in its presence Announcing the imminence of Death It is the realization that Winter's sun has a vestige of Warmth that will pleasure my Days.age is an intoxicant that becomes headier through the years with its potency making me merry in my sojourn In each passageway savouring the sweetness of my stay that shall fortify me for the years forthcoming age is a beautiful phase.
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