A soft whimper, a distant cry
Begging, fighting wanting to know why
Shes as far away as the eye can see
Yet it seems that she is so close to me
I hear you dont worry I am coming to you
This poor delicate girl how could she be so blue
Why cant no one hear am I going insane
Shes lost, confused and in so much pain
It's dark and cold, there a girl I can see
But she turns around to only be a mirror of me.

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