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When I will be in an grand old age
I shall make a show on the stage
Play music and dance all night
I shall by rescued be medieval knight
Or belong to the dragon’s slayers
Who don’t waste time on prayers
I shall take pictures of my doom
And develop they in the darkroom
I shall read book every day
Lying on the beach by the bay
And watch the goldy sunrise
And mourn for the fake promise
I shall buy an elegant dress
In colour of my loneliness
And I sit in the midst of old trees
And try to regain my memories
When I will be an old woman
And my face will be wan
My eyes resemble brightness
Despite my heart plunge into darkness
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