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Looking Back

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Sitting all alone in her cold house,
The wrinkles on her face show the story she tells.
She’s not making a peep, quiet as a mouse -
Remembering the kids running around, and how all they did was yell.

There used to be a time you could see her smile.
Now, all she does is look back on the memories.
There used to be a time she could run for miles.
Now, all she does is look back on the memories.

How could it all be gone?
Time speeding by –
Oh, how she can remember,
As she sits all alone in her cold house.





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