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JUST YOU
Who is that lady standing over there? the one with the tears in her eyes she seems so gentle and caring to me who could have made her cry? Looking in her face covered with age the years have been many and long she seems so lost now, standing there singing the same old song Her gray hair is tinted with silver those brown eyes have grown pale her hands are wrinkled with time now her burdens she wears like a veil Standing in front of the mirror reflections always shine through what seems like someone else turns out to be just you.
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