Broken

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Broken she lays there dying 

Or maybe just crying

But all alone 

In a room made of stone

She lays there crying 

Broken and dying


No love

Just a dove 

To carry her dreams away

And there she will lay 

Crying

Broken and dying 


But only on the inside

With only herself be her side

Never knowing

The wind's are blowing

broken and dying 

She lies alone crying

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