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My face slowly sinks,sink melts gradually& starts to fold.My blood's not cold.I don't feel disease,no aches or agonies,but I'm growing old.The grey-backed glass says so.I'm wasting away.I'm being erasedIt's my birthday,but I feel the same.My beard is dying greymy pulse in slowly in my veins,& I don't feel all-grown,even though I am, I know.I'm wasting away.I'm being erasedIt's my birthday,but I feel the same.My eye's framed by dark.Letras de cancionesNights & mornings have left their mark.I'm not tired. I don'tfeel the year at all.I'm wasting away.I'm being erasedIt's my birthday,but I feel the same. From Letras Mania