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Sip by sip maturity arrived I drink the wine of life each day, hair by hair my ebony locks turned gray, my face wrinkled and my breasts sagged. In a mountain citadel, I found a fountain gushing high its waters cold as melting snow; I dipped a chalice into the water filled the cup up its brim. Sip by sip I drank the water, each sip reversed a year from my eighty year old body, while from my mind the wisdom flew. A woman of eighteen, I stand before the fountain weeping, I have gained eternal youth and life, but I must relearn eighty years of wisdom.
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