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Old Woman Old Woman I’ve watched a pretty lady pass my house like clockwork, day after day after day... Usually smiling, always pleasant to look at, day after day like clockwork; in her little car... She went by this morning and left me wondering, how did she get so old? When did she get so old, how could she get so old? |
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