As she walks around the pool,
She starts to cry,
She feels lkike such a fool,
But to sing she will have to try.
As she opens her mouth and sings with her voice,
The sky darkens and grows cold,
She didnt have a choice,
She will be like this until she grows old.
The singer of sorrows,
brings sadness to all,
The lyrics she never borrows,
That makes people fall.
She has nothing to look forward to in all of her tomorrows,
As she is the singer of Sorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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