Age's Lamentations
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Vanquished Age cannot mend Youth's broken wings.
It can only speak of Time's slow decay,
And myriad, needlessly suffering things.
It knows too well mind numbing nights and days:
Where Beauty hides from the world's prying eyes.
It bears the weight of biblical bleakness.
It sees through Life's novelties: smeared in lies.
It knows that light is buried by darkness.
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