She
What are you,doing there ?
not so lonely,
grey hair.
On my head,
you have no place
another sign,
of my fall from grace.
Now's your time to say goodbye
for in the morning ,
you shall
dye.
>>>>>>>>>>
He
Upon my head dark or grey
You're very welcome,
there to stay
For all your friends,
have gone away.
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