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the sad little diary


Whose diary is that? I think I know

it's owner is quite sad though

it really is a tale of woe,

I watch her frown, I cry hello,

 

She gives her diary a shake

and sobs until the tears make.

the only other sound's that break,

 of the distant waves and birds awake

 

 the diary is sad,little and deep

but she has promises to keep,

until than she shall not sleep.

she lies in bed with ducts that weep.

 

she rises from her bitter bed

 with thoughts of sadness in her head

she idolises being dead

facing the day with never ending dread

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