When did I pass from crowned to crone
My subsequent value overthrown
Searching for meaning, thirsty for care
I must be invisible, no one is aware
They've abandoned my past, no future assured
No hint of a promise, no hope for reward
There's smoke on the mirror, no life in the wine
The clocks have stopped ticking, I can't see the time
A new age is dawning, I cannot deny
I try to fit in, somehow I get by
Yet whatever it's worth in this day and time
What I remember I'll treasure in kind
Our youth, an illusion, this truth I have seen
Whether maiden or mother, pray God save your queen
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