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Don’t wanna’ get old
Trying to hold
Onto my youth
As I disregard the inevitable truth
That life is always changing
Forever rearranging
Nothing really stays the same
It’s all a manifesting game
Seeds are planted and then they sprout
Without questionable doubt
Blossoming and blooming
Always unassuming
Eventually your leaves will fall
But think not too small
Reincarnation will be waiting for you
With many other chances to rendezvous

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