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The years change you, they mark the time,
like leaves falling in the wind.
With their wisdom, they smooth the course,
in the heart they keep a world.
They teach you with each fall
That pride is filled with wounds.
The quarrels are echoes of yesterday,
You no longer argue over light things,
the shadows are silenced, they become distant.
We avoid talks that were once fire,
and in silence we find a sweet calm.
Empty words in the breeze are gone,
Leaving in their wake a lesson of peace.