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Aging
Room is empty but for shadows
Mirrors reflecting the setting sun
Birthday flowers are shrinking
And the bright is paling
Spark is leaving
Targets are in reach
Hence the mind runs slow
Everything is achieved
And the skill is left in peace
But the sight is widening
And details appearing
Senses awakening
Mirrors reflecting the setting sun
The bright is paling
Talents in vain
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