Dreams
He dreams of the girl with the long, brown hair,
Wakes up and a woman with gray streaks is there.
She dreams of the boy with dark hair on his head,
Wakes up and a bald man is sharing her bed.
Time is cruel, and our youth it obscures,
But in spite of its ravages true love endures.
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