What she says

Then she said,
About what I've learnt days ago,
The weakness of today,
Will never be compared.
Then I heard her clearly,
About the preceding night,
The talking of the old world,
Will never be compared.
Then I chat with her,
About the affairs of her days,
The thinking that spans the day,
Will never be compared.
Then she told me,
About what she had sometimes being,
The tone of the olden beat,
Will never be compared.
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