I have aged and grown,
And all the things I've known,
Do not come close or compare
To the beauty of your copper hair.
I've watched a grass hopper leap,
And I saw a black cat creep,
I've seen a baby cry,
And an old man die.
My voice is weak,
Its hard to speak,
My time has come,
my day is done.
The world behind the mirror,
becoming ever clearer.
The shadow land does beckon,
Drawing closer every second.
So now I ask, will I die an old man?
The way no young one dreams he can,
Or will I perish in my prime,
Gone before my time?
Bite me snake, sink your fangs into my skin.
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