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My hand is held out,For all who pass by —But it always remains empty,No matter how hard I try

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My hand is held out,
For all who pass by —
But it always remains empty,
No matter how hard I try

I cry in silence,
Always struggling alone —
Because no one cares for me,
And I have nothing of my own

No matter the size of my heart,
I'm always denied...
I'll never forget this treatment,
'Til the very day I die!

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