Just give a look at me
I am not a young man now
No more I can run for a mile
For many years I am breathing slow
Just give a look at me
My thin hair is turning gray
I can't work hard no more and
Most of the time I meditate and pray
Just give a look at me
I don't seek love and care
I am wandering in nature freely
And silently waiting for my last hour
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