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Alone | ||
| It's truly sad to be alone Without a soul to hear your voice. You wish that you could be a clone And make a partner of your choice. The days drag on and never end. You feel there's nothing good to do. You need to cry upon a friend And talk your fears and troubles through. The walls are like a prison cell. They mock and echo all you say. But if you have a silent spell The loneliness won't go away. | ||
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