I hide my face now
Ashamed of how I appear
To strangers I meet
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Age will take its toll
Long before your soul is old
At night you mourn Youth
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Little green buds are
Forming on the trees. I see
spring is almost here
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A human goddess
A contradiction of sorts
With womanly curves
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They have fins and scales
The live under the water
It's our fish friends
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