So vanishes, so desolate
Youth leaves our mortal state.
The shadows disappear,
And the illusions dear;
And in the distance fading all, are seen..
Becoming philosophical. tony
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So vanishes, so desolate Youth leaves our mortal state. The shadows disappear, And the illusions dear; And in the distance fading all, are seen.. Becoming philosophical. tony