Then, dew-kissed youth fed by nourishing spring.
Now, sun-kissed old age forged in the furnace of summers.
Then, kiss of life, love and living.
Now, kiss of death and decay.
Mother's kisses are simply kisses,
Just that our ego fumes and hisses!
Now, sun-kissed old age forged in the furnace of summers.
Then, kiss of life, love and living.
Now, kiss of death and decay.
Mother's kisses are simply kisses,
Just that our ego fumes and hisses!
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