I sing of sorrow
in my lonely land
I sing of sorrow
no one ever understands.
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I sing of sorrow
when I am all alone
I sing of sorrow
now that my children are grown.
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I sing of sorrow
that I lost my friends
I sing of sorrow
that there is no one that I can depend
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I sing of sorrow.
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I sing of sorrow.
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I sing of sorrow
even though I am not alone
I sing of sorrow
who to call? on the phone?
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no one.
so I sing. sing. and sing.
I sing
Of sorrow.
and hope for a better tomorrow.
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For all.
Category: Children
There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good
she was very very good
and when she was bad
she was horrid.
My mother told this to me
so times
as a little girl
it has become my mantra
and now for my daughter….
there was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good
she was very very good
and when she was bad…..
she was horrid.
(longfellow)
happy 17th birthday baby.
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 