She sits on a bench
waiting for nothing at all
with a thirst she can not quench
watching the colors of fall
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Each leaf on the ground,
Falling without a sound,
Some are blown away,
Some stay all day
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Time fly's bye,
And the girl sits ever so still,
For if she makes a move,
Things will begin to play again
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She lets out a sigh,
but finds herself
wrapped up in a lie
one she led herself to believe
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Now she sits alone,
On a lonely bench
just skull and bone
Waiting to quench
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Her Thirst for blood and sorrow
