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Her soul is torn and tattered

The riches of beauty gone

The lines surround her eyes from worry

The fleeting glimpse of youth has gone

Do not dismay, her ragged state

Her uncanny mane of grey

Her eyes still have the light of grace

From a long love God had arranged

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Written by Crisco05
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