IN THE DARK....
It haunts her in the darkling
when she is sitting in despair
the voice inside her head is tinkling
she looks around for some care
a languid feeble voice
she heras inside her head
with each and every choice
she lies in her bed
With a little spark in her eyes
she looks at the dawn
with feeble soft cries
her heart was torn
she sits down there
trying to control her head
on the side of the stair
she goes a little dead.....
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