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• Stress, long days, late nights form whole comet trails
• Crash down, and Time begins the facial marking
• And blows away youth's last remains. Their tails
• Shriek taunting grooves into his too-young skin
• "I'm fine," he says. His health still ails, stands, fails
• Each comet is rebounded and relived
• By willing faces 'round him, so the gales
• Erode the worry shaking in their midst
• Among them one who made him gladly hers
• She ribs and chides the most of all that throng
• No use, blind eyes can't see, they must look first
• He works on, happy yet, but not for long
• The serpent stirs, says, "hurt him, make him see!"
• Worn down she says, "that never worked for me."