F O R T Y S E V E N

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You never lent me your ears 
To hear my weeping and my mournful cries, 
But instead you spoke cruel words 
That not even cats would dare to swallow. 
I never felt your gentle touch, 
Nor saw you try to settle any fights. 
Like a wingless angel, 
You threw me down, 
And I can't pick myself back up.

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