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Orphan
Upon her cheek a single tear
in soft silence she wept
eyes look back to her from the mirror
knowing she'd not be kept
who would want her lost and alone
in her bed at night she did moan
who would want her
who would want her
laying upon the grave of stone.
Terrified with unquelled fear
again she had not slept
no one to mile and call her dear
only shadows that crept
wish she would die all on her own
forever muted was the phone
wish she would die
wish she would die
the light she would never be shown.
There was no prince that would appear
away her dreams were swept
all the things she once had drawn near
for her fate she would fret
with none to love her life was sewn
in deep sorrow she had grown
with none to love
with none to love
in cold and dark she was the crone.
2:42 PM - 11/28/2007 -
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