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When I grow old

I will grow old I tremble in the cold None to care I have nothing to fear... But my love is alive Though I strive Beautiful roses to pluck Yet I am stuck.. I grow old with wrinkle Yet I will kinker You will always remain in my mind This is how you will find...

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