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Solomon Machardson

The sprightly little girl I was
Is now a bedridden grandmother!
I am like a glorious sunshine
That has vanished in the dark night.

I have become like the salt
That has lost its saltiness
Or as the majestic cloud
That has melted into vapour.

But is what I once was, lost?
Something in me answers and says:
"All things change; but nothing is ever lost
The old you can't see, is in the new you see."

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