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““Age creeps upon your timid little faces Beneath each black umbrella sly and slow, Proud in the unimportance of your places You sit in twilight prophesying woe So dim and false and grey, take my compassion I from my pageant golden as the day Pity your littleness from all my passion Leave you my sins to weep and whine””

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