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She is old, yes very old |
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As she contemplates her nap |
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She knows damn well that if she sleeps |
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It just might be the last |
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So she lay with her eyes affixed |
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And slowly drifts away |
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Her life's been rough and sure enough |
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She is never to awake |
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Gone, she has gone away |
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Gone to a better place |
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For one last time she dreams the dream |
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Of being very young |
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Back to when her days were full of beauty |
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And her nights were full of love |
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As her beauty did fade |
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She got pushed and shoved |
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Into a corner |
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Like the Ugly Duck that no one wants |
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And nobody wants you |
