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"I need never get old"

I need never get old,

said the rock in the wind,

said the snow in the cold.


Said I to my youth as it went;

no traceable touch was left where you were,

time spent escaping left a mark, left me spent.


I will never remember,

said the heart to the head,

said the wheel to the road.


I need never get old,

said the rock in the wind,

said the snow in the cold.