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As she sits on the bridge with her hood pulled
up.
Please can u help me as she shakes her cup.
She remembers the days when life was so
goo..
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In your eyes I feel
your sorrow and your pain.
Of years of believing
you were never good
enough for anything.
I see you trying to pick up..
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Heavy Rain drops on her face.
As she walks on
lonely streets.
Not a sinner or a
sound.
Just the noise of her
own feet.
Heart beatin..
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In a fantasy meadow, lies a fantasy world.
With silvery grass and diamond flying birds.
Trees made of gold with ruby leaves.
Wild flowers are..
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