I am he who possesses the golden elixir. My magic can make u young again. Hurry ill not b here for long. Soon the bird will have fled.
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previously
Come to me now oh sweet one n let's make love. For soon time will work its spell on both of us. -old age n bitter regrets.
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up next
Truly oh sweet one its later than u think. Death has already made its preparation. Live every moment as though its eternity.