Where all are young and young they'll stay,
I've become a resident of that ageless verse,
And, I've said goodbye to the age-death curse,
I know many think it morally wrong,
They celebrate lifes end with a teary song,
They may etch our symbols on some stones,
Then, let us rot or burn our bones,
For many can't admit the obvious truth,
That being old ain't as good as having youth,
Call me crazy, call me sick,
But, eternal youth is what I pick,
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