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The reflection of a lonely girl
on windows made of glass.
Her tear stained face is all I see....
Such a lonely lass.
Alone she sits and stares out of
the window on the train....
Her tears trickle down her cheeks
to match the pouring rain.
Her destination, no one knows.
She's headed for the end.
Her fate is somewhere, she knows this...
and just around the bend.
How could it be, this lonely girl,
her life was good before.
Until he came into her life,
through that open door.
For now, she must continue on,
to reach who knows.... Not I.
Until she finds the answer to
Her neverending "whys." |
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