“I look at my eyes, sunken shadows,
and at the thin furrows in my brow,
I look, and is it you, my poor tired reflection,
that is so weather beaten?”
“I look at my eyes, sunken shadows,
and at the thin furrows in my brow,
I look, and is it you, my poor tired reflection,
that is so weather beaten?”
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