I turned white,
while you turned grey
I looked at you and smile
while you indicated that you were still my prey
It was in the day,
while i was losing my sight
knowing that it was very bright
you never hesitated to say it was still night
Trying to be busy,
I looked at the tree,
taking it easy you said,
you were always free
I knew that I had lost all my energy
and along with it time,
while you replied that it was all about synergy
and that you were always mine
While i was showing you my last teeth
you stood beside showing your left out teeth
I knew I turned seventy
while being few years younger
you still seemed to be thirty...
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