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They were right on the tip of her tongue

Things she needed to say to him

Perhaps she left them, where they were young

Back in the days when life was a whim

She’s different now, not so perfect

She wonders how it might have been

If he had looked beyond the face

To find the beauty that lied within

The years have passed, and she’s grown old

He’s been gone now, quite some time

How sad the bitter memories remain

Of a girl, now past her prime


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