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Her tears trickle deep Within her flooded soul While the drops change red as her only console She wants what she cannot have And has all that she never wanted While the shortest reach to peace Exists only in her longest dreams So as she presses her lashes against the pillow tight She dreams for hours her sorrow out of sight As her eyes flutter she is not alone Only to wake and find herself in a new home

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