It's always strange to see a child grown
But stranger when child is no more;
The little one I used to know before
Is now adult, and I'm completely thrown
In good ways only. She that I have known
Is still herself, at least down at the core,
But changed, and better. I cannot ignore
The alteration, which implies my own,
For I am not the same boy who once met
A smaller girl, and found a sister there;
I fear in time I shall come to forget
Those people, but I shan't forget their care:
She's still my friend, still her - and yet now new
I hope all those changes keep her true.
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