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A little something to dampen the mood

from the ashes she was born

never loved, never known

years of hate filled her life

years of solitude marked her days

to the grave she will shall go

to the grave with a rose

all alone,

never lived, never knew,

even the head stone knew not her name

bare and empty is her heart

black and cold, never dear

to the ashes she returns

to the ashes she remains

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Cold and lonely,
he watched the rain
Gray skies and grayer clouds,
the drops pounded against the window pane

As the wind blew with a shriek,
he sat there watching the day,
bitter, miserable, and bleak
Alone, he sat watching the rain