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"The Mirror Lied"
I once took care of a lady,
She was elderly and wise,
Some of her stories were happy,
Others brought tears to my eyes.
She would talk to me quietly,
As I brushed her silver hair,
Her memories so vivid, that
She almost took me there.
And the more she spoke to me
The more beautiful she became,
As she relived her life in words to me
She became so young again.
And I looked into the mirror
As I brushed her hair and cried,
It showed an old woman
In front of me......but the mirror lied.
©2003 LCB
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