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In this corner,
I sit and cry,
Tears of silver,
Fall past my eyes.
Stream down my face,
Fall off my cheak,
Hit the ground,
But then you weep.
I close my eyes,
I set past my fears,
Go to you,
Comfort you,
Your tears fade,
And turn to smiles,
The person in you,
Comes out for a while.
You feel better,
But I feel worse,
Ignored alone and tierd,
With no one to notice.
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