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| How could I let so many slip away? So many, so beautiful, with lovely fingers Slip through mine When I had them each in my grasp one by one? How? How is it that I let my powers fade And all of them eventually wiggled Out from my charms And hopes and dreams and wants Again and again? How? How do I look to others like them today? So many, so distant and so high on themselves With mirrors on walls and in their hands Around and around? How? How will they all stand the test of age? So many, once beautiful, but slipping now And ready to get such a slap in the face over and over? How? |
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