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Alone
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innocence How strange and beautiful
is the feeling of being
the feeling of being alone
Feeling taken from the outside
and put into a home
nobody knowing or stumbling
on to your doorstep
the wind carefully, easing and blowing
until no smiles are left
How sad, how sad and going
going away are the tears
the tears that have become dry with age
and maturity beyond your years
And lonely, bitter it feels
the cold outside your door
Nobody seeing, nobody strolling
or knocking anymore
You were an angel, you were a miser
wandering off in time
but how does it feel, to have nobody caring
to be muted like a mime?
Taken from granted, taken enchanted
everything you thought was dear
How does it feel, to be left stranded
stranded with nothing but age and fear?
