She
The glory of the day
Was in her face
The glory of the night
Shone in her eyes
Night and day
Was the same to her
All around her were devastating cries
She couldn't escape them
She didn't know how
She couldn't forsake them
She didn't know why
Maybe it was because
Out of all the depression
She too heard her own cries
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