How cruel a blow,
To give your heart only to take it away,
from the beggars, the weepers,
The ones that loved you so.
They'll sit there, just staring,
not knowing whether to stay or go.
Just children among giants,
hoping one will look and admire,
The sure and true beauty,
of the dead flowers and whithering souls.
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