Thirty in tears
She stood to sing
Buit sobbed in sorrow,
Standing to hold
She sank and fell
Pouring out venom
On old hpoes lost.
Three decades of birth
With dashed hopes of dreams
In a child head formed
Of sweet hope ahead.
Her dream day of joy
Turned thirty in tears
And the future dark and bleak,
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