Only the young, only the young
Are on everyone's tongue!
But if you are old and grey
What must you do, what may?
Simply exist and die?
If you are stout,
Go out!
If you are slender, OK,
Then you are welcome,
Then you may!
Is it fair? Is it good?
Oh, if you only could
You would be young for ever
And never be old, never.
And you would be happy
To be born with a sweet actress' face!
Or to be number one at Formula race!
But you cannot choose,
You must have what you have,
You must lose
And never win:
Because that's Fortune's whim!
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