My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
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