When I turn
old and grey
In a twist of fate
I would lose
all of my charm
Wealth is gone
in a slippery fall
Who would hold me then?
When I'm feeling
sad and all alone
Who would kiss me then?
Looking so old n frail
Who would miss me then?
When I'm forever gone
Just a thought
That keeps me up
For days on end
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