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As I wince through plucking each silver strand of hair, I see a brown companion accompany it. Do not spend your vitality futilely trying to recapture what is already past. Instead, embrace the ebbs of flows of time. If you don't, you'll simply end up aching and bald.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Verse 6
As I wince through plucking each silver strand of hair, I see a brown companion accompany it. Do not spend your vitality futilely trying to recapture what is already past. Instead, embrace the ebbs of flows of time. If you don't, you'll simply end up aching and bald.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
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