In a small bedroom like yours
You hear the spirits whispering,
''Join us, we're behind the locked doors''
You catch sight of a faint light flickering
Then you're being led to the basement
To cast an eye on the Mirror of Time
You see another you, and to your amazement
You're rapidly passing your prime
You're vanished from sight, and missing
Though your boyfriend hopes you're alive
When he hears something downstairs hissing
He comes down, and meets a woman of 85
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