Sara was a girl Nothing special about her Just another girl in the crowd No one ever noticed her Sara was a no body She wanted to be loved She wanted to be noticed She wanted to live No one saw her She was the good girl The girl no one would ever notice Poor Sara How to change? She needed a funeral A funeral of a good girl But how? Do it Do it to me now She tried this with any boy she could find None saw her None heard her Poor Sara Soon nothing was left for her Slowly crimson rivers flowed forth A wooden box is lowered Soil is put on the box Flowers lain across the soil And all the while a boy stood off in the distance A tear runs down his cheek
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