My mirror grinned at my first grey!
With rearing youth, it's my first fray!
Disturbed, with care I plucked that bane
next day to find one more, again!
I cried and sighed and went astray!
That's how began my darkest day
with whitest hair and day by day
at deepening my fear and pain
my mirror grinned!
With no concern at my dismay
went on my hair, to well betray
with more and more albescent strains;
until one day remarked Miss Jane
I looked smarter with that new grey!
My mirror grinned! !
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