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By Her Lonesome
'Smile little girl
you're supposed to be happy so young no real problems' So smile she does: for the outsider. And by her lonesome in the dark she cries 'be happy, little girl' she tells herself yet by her lonesome she sings a ballad; tears in her eyes, stain her golden cheeks. Steel blue eyes turn to grey. And by her lonesome in the dark she cries. ~01/05/01~ |