I feel old in the spring of life I think with all the freedom I saw bad my dear companions I have a hard time on my child I am tired of this and I am tired of it I joined the pensioners I feel better. I am captives being candle. The particle of the pan is a pile of water candle. A bit of water shattering the pan is a shameful way. Walking up to when I Close to this from this and I am tired of it I joined the crowds O God of Sky better you know that I I have been sitting on his way to his feet I feel old in the spring of life I think with all my heart Im tough
