Her face is wrinkled from The wearing of time Hides the life behind her eyes The mornings are cold again As the seasons pass her by She lies awake Trying to remember Her fleeting former life We left...
I remember when the creek was my home Chasing muskrats in the fall And i just knew i could fly If i could wave my hands fast enough The day was long i wish i was young again Chasing butterflies in the...

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