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: 12 Sep 2026 2:55 AM | Viewed: 11233 times
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