<!-- Page Code:RGlhbm5liFJlZXZlcyAtiEJldHRlciBEYXlziA== --> silver gray hair neatly comed in place there were four generations of love on her face she was so wise no surprise passed her eyes she's seen it all i was a child oh about three or four all day i'd ask questions at night i'd ask more but whenever she never would ever turn me away no no oh woah i'd say how can i be
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