Who Her

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She
She was a strange one
She could hear
She could see
The hidden
A mystery.

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The mystery she sought
Or at least that's what they thought.

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Under the soft breeze of winter
Under the soft light of a full moon
She cried.
She cried for someone, for something
She was ready to mourn.

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Innocent she was
As weak as she is
She was trapped
Trapped in a maze of memories.

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She asked
Asked for a hand
But the more she asked
The more she drowned in that land.

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The land that no one seeks
A land that no one sees.
She was a strange one
Full of mysteries.

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And as the tale goes on
As the life goes on
She shall not find peace
Not until the moon's gone.

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That's how she was
That's how things went
If only someone could help
Or give her a hand
Then maybe she wouldn't have lost
She wouldn't get lost
She could have changed. the end.

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