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Created on: March 03, 2011
Though I may be old and my hair grey
My dreams are still not far away
I dream about my life ahead
and the paths I'll take instead
I rearely dwell on the mistakes I've made
Only the happy memories have stayed
So even though I'm old and slow
We are still all the same you know
I laugh
I cry
and I love
Until the day God takes home
and when my life has ended
I will still be remembered
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