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Once you were young.
Now, hunched in the cold,
Nobody cares
That you are old.

Once you were beautiful.
Now, in the street,
No one remembers
Your lips were sweet.

Oh, withered old woman
Of rue Fintaine,
Nobody but death
Will kiss you agian.


Submitted by Kathe Kim Tran

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 16 Oct 2008 3:02 AM | Viewed: 5345 times

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