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There is a girl
Who lives a rainy life
She has nothing to ease it
Not even guns, no knife

She waits, she waits
But no one comes
She prays, she prays
For the moons and suns

She hopes for a soul
To fix her broken parts
And she looks for some persons
To share their hearts

Oh why is it so that
She has to be alone
She waits and she waits
But still no one comes.

Her mother had the truth
She knew she had the key
But all she did was tell her:
"Child of mine, you see:

Believe me, or do not
But your fate will be cold
We can't change your destiny;
It's already been told."

So the girl went to her garden
And fell to the ground
She cried and cried but knew
No one ever hears that sound.




All-impro-inspiration. Truly. >_> tulipa vaan erästä kuvasta mieleen. Ensin meinasin kirjottaa että toi tyttö olis prinsessa, mutta noo. Kuvitelkoot kukin sen miten haluaa x)