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She wanders through the cold, wet night,
Her tears lost in the rain,
She wonders why she lives to love,
But doesn't love to live.
She walks the straight, narrow path alone,
With her face towards the shining moon,
And in it she sees the reflection of everyone,
She once knew, and everything she loves.
They are all settled and happy now and,
She wonders what lies around the corner,
The one life life changing moment, when will it come?
Or has it passed? Will she ever find love again?
Or will she wander alone, cold and wet,
For the rest of her days?

The End

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