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Just because it isn't yesterday
Doesn't mean I do not care as much;
Time slips and slides, it always goes away,
But some things feel beyond even its touch.
Time wears and sands at everything he grips,
And tries to make it all come back with him,
But sometimes that ambitious grasp still slips
Leaving some feelings with a fate less grim:
I love you, and I will still love you, dear
When time has let his icy fingers slide
Off many years - and I have little fear
He will wear off much more than our outside.
Age withers, but the mind alone grows old
And I, with you, refuse to feel time's cold.