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You reach an age, without haste
where the weight of time rises,
and in the mirror, without laughter,
you look at yourself, and the soul embraces itself.
You don't look for advice on street corners,
you no longer need the voice of others.
In your chest, the divine routes
whisper truths that ring.
With the years, life settles down,
there's wisdom in every step,
in the echo of laughter it boasts,
in the embrace of a scarce moment.
You live without fear of the shadow,
you know there is fire in your breast,
and though the night may be astonished,
the stars are a right.