Cycle
When do the dreams of young boys
Turn to the memories of old men
When does time moving so slow
Turn to time moving so fast
When does anticipation
Turn to just regrets
When does the sweet smile of youth
Turn to the face of senility
When does the innocence of firsts
Turn to the acceptance of lasts
When do the loves and desires of boys
Turn to the wants and hopes of men
When does growing up
Turn to growing old
When do the memories of old men
Turn to the dreams of young boys
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