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As I look at the mirror I see my face.

…my face.

I see the change in the curvature of my smiling lips.

…I see a change

As I look at my hair, I see a change…

I see a change…

… from chestnut gold to grayish dust.

I see the change in smile; from the open hearted laughter to a bitter twist of my mouth.

As I look at the mirror that reflects my face, i ask myself: Why does the age of mature life and of cheerful youth pass so fast, while the old age lasts and lasts?

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