Where, oh where, has the wonder gone?
	Where are all those beguiling sparkles now?
	Like an old car,
	The earth seems to tarnish,
	To lose its luster and its sheen.
	Is growing old
	Merely some monstrous dimming
	Of all things bright and beautiful?
	Does the paint peel from life
	Like dead bark from a tree,
	As one's years slip by?

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