I grow old...I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk along the beach.I have the heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think they will sing to me.
-T.S. Eliot
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