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THE VICTIM


A victim of fate she is 
That which she adores 
Was cunningly taking away 
Her only companion is nowhere at sight 
Friendliness is now found in loneliness 
The only confidant vanish like smoke 
Those who vowed to be there are gone 
Now crying from dusk till dawn 
Her mouth at no love lost with foods 
Because of the custodian of her heart 
Who has gone away with Delilah 

Damsel, cry no more 
For the one who left you for the fame
Cry no more for the one who left you for the curves 
Cry no more for the one who left you for influence 
Cry no more for the one who left you for wealth 

Damsel, cry no more 
For the one who never feels your feelings 
A victim of love you are 
For crying for the one who trades 
Your heart for gold
The Victim

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