She is sitting on the couch
And telling her story
I am listening
She tells a story of herself
Crying and smiling
My tears are falling down
But I am jotting down
She makes me cup of coffee
And sits down to finish her story
She tells about a girl
with long hair
She was ugly
but became pretty
Her mom was rude
But she was kind
She was ...
At last she finished her story
My notebook was with full of tears
and with full of emotions she told me .
She told me not to tell her story to anyone
And I kept her words.

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