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Oh ,the ageing pain!
It is not a big lie if it yearns to be,
Truth the best of all illusions,
In this dull, pity-loving sea.
A calm or a storm, every size portions
Of times I should spend with thee,
Call them useless for I have already started,
To feel those dreaded electronic motions.
Tis in my nature to swindle and lie.
Yet I wish for you to choke me with a tie.
What if I tell you some comforting words?
Will they summon the sun and rejoice the birds?
Whatever we do, I hope to find time,
To lie with and continue the crime.
