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The Window
The window to the soul
is that what they're called
As I look - what do I see?
I see an old lady staring at me.
I see smile lines of a child,
which have aged over time,
Upon her lips where true love was places,
Smile lined spread across her face.
In her eyes I see joy she gelt as a young new wife,
and the wrinkled hanfs
that worked hard in her life,
"But excuse me mMrs. - What do you see?"
"I see the new ages
looking back at me.
I see the young growing older,
and my chilhood freinds no more.
The tress I grew up underneath
is now a shopping mini mall.
And my loved one, he still hold me at night,
Under no more pain and stress,
In these arms and this heart,
will his soul always rest."
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