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The lines are there,
for all to see,
Deep and weather worn,
they show a life for all to see,
in their wrinkled form.
The loves, the lost,
heartache, and the joy.
Still in the eyes,
life shines bright,
anyone can see. ..
Although the face,
shows the age,
the eyes of life burn on.
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Written in ones face
Written in ones face