Why do people die,
why do people cry.
Why do people grieve,
why do people always leave.
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I sit in the park where i dwell,
for this boy i loved so well.
He took my heart away from me,
and now he wants to set me free.
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Her eyes are swollen,
her cheaks are red.
Tears pouring out of the lonely girl.
Love was all she asked for,
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