The day will dawn, not soon though
When streaks of grey'll adorn my head.
Baldy and toothless times are ahead
Flesh and veins will sag and hang
To preach the young 'bout the pain of aging
But, thy undying love'll make me walk
Make me wake to love you more
Until the final alarum sounds for us
To say goodbye to this love and life.
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