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She is too old to care |
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Why not just leave her there? |
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We'll se her once a week |
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If we have the time, we'll speak |
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This is the sunset of your life |
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The old ones like to claw and clutch |
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Be careful not to offer much |
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They understand the fist and crutch |
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Their skin like leather to the touch |
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This is the sunset of your life |
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The empty mile |
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the frozen face |
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the drooling child |
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humiliates |
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If I were you |
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I think I'd die |
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here in the sunset of my life |
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The long and lonely night |
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has just begun |
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This withered witch cannot be you |
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There will be no sun |
