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I am the disappointment in your child's eyes,

the longing in her heart to be loved and to love.

I am the tear that rolled down the roadside beggar's eye,

the shiver that ran down his spine on a cold winter night.

I am the silence that follows after the quarrel,

the breach of trust that brought the marraige to its demise.

I am the demon dancing in your head waiting to mislead you,

the love that pretends to be there.

I am the sound of the crow cawing away, when you try to sleep

the groan of the dying lion.

I am this, I am that,

everything that is a tad bit sad.

I am the mark that scarred you for life,

the desire for anything that is wrong and bad.

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