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?
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
