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The sad song her throat plays,
When tears are covering her flushed pale face,
Is the most heart wrenching thing I’ve ever heard,
How such a genuine and compassionate soul,
Could feel that much pain,
How she continues to dig through the dirt,
After every bottom she hits,
To put herself through more,
Why hasn’t she believed how much she is worth,
Why won’t she treat herself the way she does others,
Rather than torture streaming from her eyes,
Can’t she look into them and see the beauty I do,
The Hope they behold for me,
And envy I feel for her wonder,
Why she can’t breathe between her sobs and listen!