The young
girl stood so straight and true.
Shoulders erect, eyes of blue.
Proud in stature, fair of face
And curls that hung clear to her waist.
She was carefree, happy, pure of heart
Fresh and pretty, lively and smart.
Nothing that hurts, nothing to fear.
She's young, she's unspoiled and held so dear.
Fresh and new gets ruined one day,
When age creeps up and has it's way.
On the face are lines and splotches and grooves,
Gravity kicks in, stra...
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