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48 our faces marked by toil, by deceptions, by success, by love; our weary eyes looking still, looking always, looking anxiously for something out of life, that while it is expected is already gone&mdash;has passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash&mdash;together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions.