The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
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Wisdom comes with winters
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Everyday is one less day.
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Health makes good propaganda.
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I'm falling into disrepai
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Make the second 50 the best 50
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Now is the time to become a myth.
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Age and illness made one a dualist
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The older I get, the better I was.
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I am tarred and feathered with Time.
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Old is always fifteen years from now.
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