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  In shame, in blame, Stuck in your beauty that hurts, To avoid what annoys my calmness, You're building a storm in my backyard, My house sank, Now im drowning in your mistakes. 

The moment I shone in your eyes, To blind your eyesight, From everyone except for me, When time was still energetic to walk faster, It went from sunrise to sunset in seconds. Now things are getting older, You have lost your eyesight, And blamed my brightness. Now things are getting older, Time has started walking slowly, You couldn't wait for sunset, Counting seconds, waiting for sunrise, The sun appeared and you disappeared, Does love get older?