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Old worn stairs leading who knows where. |
| Step, stop, step, stop. Treads worn by the pattering feet of youth; A silver haired lady slowly climbs In the evening shadows, Retiring for the night. Can it be the same feet; youth And silver haired lady Skipping through life slowly Easing toward evening shadows? |
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