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The Way She Used To Be
You think you know her but you don't
You see just what she wants you to see
I'm the only one who got through to her
Who knows quite how she used to be
The way she used to be was so beautiful
Kind and caring and wide open to ideas
Not the cracked empty vessel she became
A sad broken woman in thrall to her fears
We met in New York when life was young
It was at a ...
Saturday 25th July 2020 11:41 am
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