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All and nothing My hair has greyed, yes it is true,
Yet I peer through the same shaded blue,
My wrinkles wear in slowly new,
As softened youth has wound down.
Ages now seem too fast,
Penny’s dropped, nothings last,
New-ness attaches to the past,
My final circles slowly round.
All those things I thought as mine,
All those circles, all my time,
Are only things I’ll leave behind,
As holy-ed I flies on, unbound.
