When we were young,
with our peers about us,
we dreamed and hoped
for that which we
had not yet
experienced.
Now in our old age,
we dream and hope
for one last chance
at that which
we will soon
no longer have.
Symmetry is
a beautiful
thing.
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Trenz Pruca (
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