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she looked at the time,

which did not look at her,

and so the years went on,

her youth became abused

by the unforgiving sun,

and the labor of a child,

dismantled her figure,

what she was,

she is not,

but she becomes more and more

bitter at the destruction of her vanity,

and eventually it becomes meaningless,

and all that matters is nothing,

the hope to one day die without pain.