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Akin to shrouded rooms of paper walls,
with dark, weeping halls,
cold, withering, and drowning in woe,
Oh who would know? Who would know?
A smile, weak and wavering,
a tired glint in the eye, ever fading,
other's words, slowly stealing liberty,
Oh, oh, who can see? Who can see?
An aching heart, a stuttering gait,
how much longer, how much longer must she wait?
The dying, dying girl alone in a silent whirl,
Oh, oh who can save her? Who can save the lonely, dying girl?
