Who is she
The women walking
Long dress, hair pinned
White pearls
I stared
Why does this woman look like me
Could this be
There's a little girls
Staring
Pigtails
Red bows
Lil yellow dress flows
Skipping along
Why does she to look like me
There they go passing along
Beside the woman is a older lady
Slowly walking
Barely talking
But her smile you could see from afar
I stand there for awhile
Gazing
Wondering all three look like me
How could this be
I'm here staring back at me
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