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Days of my life
I feel the sands of time gliding through my hour glass figure.
The cure for my sickness is within reach
I listen and let my legacy teach
A woman can only take so much
Grow old and wise
Tough for your size
Be bold,
Say what you mean don't lean
Become a pawn, in his game
Not again heart in his hands
Your beauty is wasting
Don't take his name
The cure for my sickness is within reach
I listen and let my legacy teach
A woman can only take so much
Grow old and wise
Tough for your size
Be bold,
Say what you mean don't lean
Become a pawn, in his game
Not again heart in his hands
Your beauty is wasting
Don't take his name
Published 1st Aug 2016
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