The Girl All Alone
The graveyard sat in stillness, quiet to the world/ It matched the gray of winter/ The hills whispered about the sky, its dark unforgiving ways/ The girl all alone listened/ She always listened/ All alone in the world, not able to be saved/ She listened/ She always listened/ She sat as the hills whispered about the sky/ She listened/ She always listened/ For she is the Girl All Alone
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