Greta Garbo was wrong,
It's not good to be alone,
It's a mistake to Want to be alone,
In the darkness of the tunnel of your thoughts,
Even a small candle, lit by someone who cares,
Can save you from life threatening nightmares,
From the cold, from the trembling fright,
From becoming, a solid pillar of stone,
Without feelings, without light
All alone, like a frightened child,
In the middle of the Night.
No Greta,
It's not good to be Alone,
No one to hold your hand,
Or help you find your way Home.
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