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I look in the mirror and what I see ,
Is an image of mother looking at me .
I didn't know when was young ,
How wrinkled and old I would become .
Age has changed my appearance ,
But inside I feel no difference .
I'm still the same as I was before ,
Could I ask for anything more ?
The mage of God I would be ,
Living my life for others to see .

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