No. I said No. It was the first time. I whispered it low; It was almost a mime. If I would let him see me, He promised to go, But what was there to see, Other than my tear-stained glow? I didn't know what to do. It created a sadness, And the pain in me grew. I would describe it as madness But that wouldn't be true.
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