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Old souls have seen many lifetimes.

And have lived on land and sea,

Old souls understand Life more

the sadness, the anger  the grief

Fancy cars, Designer Labels, Tech trends

And the Ladder

Isn’t of much importance

Old souls want just one thing

And that’s never to be reborn

Human existence just tires them

From being here too long

Their souls cry to mingle with a myriad of  lights

Sprinkling sparkling coloured beams

Somewhere beyond the night.

So how do you tell an old soul?

Just look into their eyes.

If you see the deep deep ocean

Or a teardrop that stays

You know you’ve met an old gold soul

Who’s waiting for a flight.

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