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Time has robbed me of my years,

And tell-tale lines invest my eyes

With channels ploughed by dint of tears,

Whilst here and there a hair appears

Turned silver by Time's sighs.

For he has come quite unawares

And breathed his sighs upon my head,

Whilst I, weighed down with earthly cares,

Have recked not of the passing years,

But sought my daily bread.

Rh