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I looked at my hands
They whispered old
No, I cried
My flesh is firm

My eyes are bright
The years controlled
They whispered old
I looked at a tree

Its shimmering leaves above
A robin singing
A song of love
Tell me, tree,

Between you and me
How do you
Your life renew
I looked at the sky

Its azure
Endlessness
Tell me, sky,
Your secret of
Timelessness

I looked at the sun,
The moon and a star
That winked at me boldly
from afar

Tell me, please, let your
wisdom descend
Is there a beginning
Without an end ?