by Oh, how that creaseless smile
strums my heartstrings
and tugs at my memory.
I reach out to touch that joy,
and revel in remembrance
of golden days gone by.
Oh, how that creaseless smile
strums my heartstrings
and tugs at my memory.
I reach out to touch that joy,
and revel in remembrance
of golden days gone by.
A (wise) man of two faces 
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