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Once a girl picked up stones

And made her very own mountain.

She had a stone for when she was happy,

Or sad

Or lonely

Or mad.

But she didn't have stones for when people leave.

Nor for when people break their promises

And she soon learned,
That it is set in stone—

That when they all leave,
She ends up alone.

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