When the years Have flown, How will we Have grown? Will we have leaped To touch the stars, Felt sea-spray Sting our scars? Will our feet Recall at all Sweet paths we trod, Steep trails never scaled? Will life's wine Linger on our lips, As through our arms Life's living slips? When we turn old, Will've we been bold?
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