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When Aged, Who Will Hold Her Hand?

When aged, who will hold her hand,
Remember joys and woes,
And who will hold mine when aged am I,
As life draws to a close?

Once I dreamed a foolish dream,
I’d hold hers, and she mine,
When aged, but that is not to be
As ticks on each second of life the time…

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