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Wrinkled faces, cracked skin

They barely move

I imagine a love

That saw places

The people that saw them

One by one

Forgot all the numbers

They, Found their way

Back home

Plucked a garden rose

He tucked it into her grey hair

Look at you young lady

You are still the same

A toothless grin on her face

Sit down old man

You are still the same