The sun climbs the sky and blinds the light of the moon
but the sight does not move the lonely girl's mood
for she is broken beyond repair and sighs, as lonely girls do.
The pain the girl feels is made by the loss, of friends she never had
and is mourned by the rain that storms from her eyes
and from dusk till dawn, she weeps for the pain she'll always have.
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