see the young girl-child born, waiting to join the world adorned...
You don't? Well, that's okay. She's not that memorable anyway.
See the young girl-maiden there. Not quite woman, plain, not fair...
You don't? I suppose not. She's not one to take notice of.
See the girl-woman in her room, she has reached full bloom...
You don't? Well, I can see. Your eyes may forget as they please.
See the old girl-woman age, you can see the lines on her face...
You don't? It's no wonder. You didn't pay much attention before.
See the old girl-crone die, amidst broken promises lie...
And now you see her, and you mourn,
for all those broken promises, they were yours.
