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in the dawn of life, the me’s gaze
as time of growth, a me's full haze
exploration of self, in its days
where reflections in me, identity plays
and as years go by, me change
yet deep within, I rearrange
as quest of I, me's turn gauge
in the reflections, where I turn page
in time’s embrace, lines appear
wisdom etched, as past draws near
testament to moments, far and near
where me of I hold what’s dear
within the eyes, me does speak
in silent language, where I seek
in the smiles and tears, emotions unfold
laughter and sorrow, stories untold
a journey through life, both me and I
for the reflections, where memories die
in the echo of me, I glimpse the past
as me’s laughter, where memories last
and as the years go by of the me's tale
as life well lived and winding trail
in each reflection me of I’s travail
where I of me set sail
in a shifting focus of me’s view
from me to age, from I to new
a changing perspective, in each review
where me to I, as I’s path grew
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