Pawn-shop girl
Sell your heart for gold
Flaunt your wares, but be quick!
They won't want you when you're old
Beware, pawn-shop girl!
The world loves you now
Go on, give them your soul
They'll soon enough kick you out
The world doesn't want wrinkles
Though wise you might be
They want pretty, empty smiles
Naïve gaiety
So, pawn-shop girl
Are you ready to shine?
Get ready for the lights
All silvers tarnish with time
beautiful philosophy woven wise into aging time dance fresh youth beauty will fade like fresh flowers smile with the wind in precious moments time
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Warm Wind Precious Moments Time beautify philosophy woven wise into aging time dance fresh youth beauty will fade like fresh flowers smile with warm wind in precious moments time Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Pawn-Shop Girl' by the poet Beatrice Preti. Dedicated to the poet Beatrice Preti.