Jeanette was young
But now she's old
Her lips were full,
Now they're thin.
I traced the roadmap of her skin
Avenues of grace
Boulevards of sin
All those things, left undone
Memories faded in the sun.
Silent as she stood there
Eyes between wet strands of hair.
There is a painting of an empty couch,
It hangs in a faded living room.
Once there were flowers,
Now there are none.
Jeanette was young
But now she's old
Her lips were full,
Now they're thin.
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