I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Someone else looking back at me.
I've been busy all day, never given it a thought
As I still feel so young at heart.
But now the mirror is telling a different tale
What's happened to my skin, it's gone so pale?
I daren't count those wrinkles, I'd be here all night
Maybe I'd better, just turn out the light. By M Pilkington
Fairfields
Egerton
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