March 30, 1989
It's a very hard thing
For a young girl to be.
It's a painful life
She must live.
The world is a crowded,
Noisome place -
How much of herself
Must she give?
How can she smile
At lighthearted mirth
From dashing young suitors
And friends,
When every moment
Of every day,
Her weeping soul
Seeks a new end?
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