Now I Can...
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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Now I can see
I have grown old
As the mirror speaks of
The beards turned white.
Nobody's is it time.
The drama is almost over
Hang you down the curtain.
The oldie, somewhat aged and balding dramatist is going
With the French-cut beards
A little bit on the chin dyed brown.
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