When my hand is wrinkled so, it's you that I will still want you know. As my hair turns silver and gray remember me as I was yesterday. My long red hair blowing in the breeze, we loved each other with ease. Now in the park your hand I hold, you keep me warm as it turns cold. エレノア
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