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Her Lonely Soul

There she goes again,
tightly cuddling herself,
silently she cries in pain.
who to wipe her tears?

So much she has cried,
sadly to no avail.
Mamaa has departed,
papaa sent to jail.
No friend on either side,
no family, not a soul.
How i pity
her poor soul.
Who to wipe her tears?

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