A gold mirror always hung on my wall,

I've never seem to think of it at all. 

It was there when I lost my first tooth, 

to the years of my bloom of youth. 

As the years past 

And went by fast, 

I never thought about what changed when I looked into it. 

It didn't occur to me that I grew up one bit. 

Time flies when you've got places to be,

but holds still when you look into the mirror that hangs for all eternity.

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