My dear,
I saw you that day,
Hidden in a dark room,
Where you sadly lay.
Your body sobbing,
Your head so heavy.
Your heart so heaving.
Your happy emotions leaving.
What did they do to you,
My merry friend?
Usually you have wings to fly.
Now you in sorrow lie.
Now you seem like you die.
Perhaps when you,
Wake-up from you trance,
And again dance,
You will tell me.
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