Let me grow lovely, growing old,
So many fine things to do.
Laces and ivory and gold
and the silks need not be new.
There is a healing in old trees,
old streets a glamour hold.
Why may not I, as well as these
Grow lovely growing old?
So many fine things to do.
Laces and ivory and gold
and the silks need not be new.
There is a healing in old trees,
old streets a glamour hold.
Why may not I, as well as these
Grow lovely growing old?
and you need to be published!
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