Her soul is torn and tattered
The riches of beauty gone
The lines surround her eyes from worry
The fleeting glimpse of youth has gone
Do not dismay, her ragged state
Her uncanny mane of grey
Her eyes still have the light of grace
From a long love God had arranged
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