Sunset comes with age,
Senility coats it with oblivion,
Separates it from the rigid reality.
Thoughts wander through some vast valleys,
And nobody can find you.
“She’s crazy, gone”, they think
While you enjoy the moments
That everyone said were lost.
Now, toward the end, he comes back to you
As young and handsome, as when you embraced him for the first time.

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