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Now you are seven, an innocent child Your laughter a melody, your temperament mild A mountain of dreams you have piled And a list of wishes to God you have filed Of a lovely land where all sadness is forever exiled You are always happy, never riled 'A young queen' you have already been styled
Now you are twenty, young and reckless People say your life is nothing but a pitiful mess But you just laugh and tell them that you could care less And in a pair of killer high heels and a little black dress You feel ready to let go of all your stress Thinking you are living a life without any regrets You completely bare your body to some stranger's caress But make sure to keep your heart locked inside a dark, hidden chest
Now you are seventy, wrinkled and old And in the mirror, your own eyes you behold It is so hard to remember the way they once glowed Shining with that warmth and light they no longer hold Those days, those childhood years really were pure gold But now they are just sad stories to be told Mistakes to reflect on, brushes of love to be recalled From when you were young, carefree and bold
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A / N
i was 17 when i wrote this and reading it again as a 22 year old is... an experience. an interesting one because i just realised how much i've grown since then.
