It's said it's sad
When you have that
What others have
And nothing more
And you're not glad
And looking bad
With what they g ave
You to adore
Despite that thing
And coming spring
There is nothing
To talk about
And you don't sing
Not even think
What does it mean
To say out loud
Just try
Just cry
And even die
So everyone to look on you
Or sigh
Or lie
But don't be shy
So anyone could notice you
Could shy be shine?
Could dead be glad?
These questions I
Will leave on you
So-long for long
From dusk till dawn
God sees I tried
Just talk to you
Monologue
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