My Agony She Knew
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James McLain
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She like's the look that's on my face,
My agony she knew.
Because each candle she blew out,
a new star reappeared.
When in the end and looking down,
upon her shiny wrinkled face.
Her eyes they were then,
more than mine.
Which only glass could simulate.
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