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What makes you stay in that dim room? You have the pall of marbled tombs
and the aura of a terminally ill princess, with no tears to spill.
What paints gray into your eyes once such vibrant blue?
What sorrow lingers like a ghost when laughing faces dare too close?
You once wre light and lyrical, but now the tune is still.
What spectre haunts your memory, makes you pensive and subdued?
What dread presence visits you and takes all beauty from your view?
You wear the tiara of a litle girl's ghost that haunts you still.