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As we approach the autumn of our years,
our ardor slowly turns to barren coals.
We watch how our desires, our dreams and tears
become a pool of apathetic souls.
We crave our youth, alas! the time is gone -
Our energy's metastasized, and death
is waiting with its scythe at early dawn
to mark the doomed ones with its icy breath.
Yet we have inner strength, and we survived
the trials and errors that we did endure.
Our egos at full blast, we made the dive
for Midas' gold - how potent is its lure!
And when our journey ends at Heaven's gate,
we rest and pause... a lifetime was the wait.
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