To Tell the Truth, I Cannot Tell Your Age

Music: Fugue #8 from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2.
By J.S. Bach. Sequenced by Yo Tomita

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To tell the truth, I cannot tell your age,
However many signs you see within;
Internally, the clock is more precise,
Rendering gradations far more nice
Than those that are perceptible on skin.
Years modify one's views more than one's cage.

Now, for you, new melodies begin
In a landscape lightly shadowed. New gardens assuage
New sorrows, and peace comes on like rain. You spin
Earth-wise in your dance towards paradise.

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