she shook, a mournful cry from her throat
her barren landscape laid bare
her song wandering a stark
vision of her future, a
melancholy wind echoing
her dismal story, a future that
holds her gloomy shadow
in its grim grasp.
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she shook, a mournful cry from her throat
her barren landscape laid bare
her song wandering a stark
vision of her future, a
melancholy wind echoing
her dismal story, a future that
holds her gloomy shadow
in its grim grasp.
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