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This poem about an old mother and her daughter, she is thinking about her life and how the time moved to the end, she is thinking about the youth and how it change. She was like her daughter with brown silken hair but now every thing changed. Now, she is an old women with gray hair. Oh God, how it changed?
One day, there is an old mother talking about her daughter, now I am talking about my daughter and tomorrow my daughter will talk about her daughters. This is the Circle of Life