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ㅤㅤㅤ THE SINGING STATUE
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ㅤ𝕾he walks, she laughs, a lingering eye. She runs, she cries, a marvelous sight. She seems so scared, yet pays no heed. From dusk till dawn, she needs no leave. For once she ran, a futile try; She stays, she bears, the sparkling eyes. For she can't walk, her feet's are chained; Yet she smiles on pouring rains. Every once, she laughs to her hearts content; For that was the rule whenever a person was sent. Even if tried, she feels nothing; For she only sees, and means nothing. Yet she stays to serve her role; Finding happiness for others' soul. I watch her everyday, on my way to work; Seeing her resolve, I question my worth. For she sees and bears, what others couldn't. While I complain for what I shouldn't. Once a girl came, crossing the street; And then approached, me so still. Then asked, ''Does that statue smile or cry?'', "Look my dear, what's in her eye."
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ㅤㅤㅤ THE SINGING STATUE
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ㅤ𝕾he walks, she laughs, a lingering eye. She runs, she cries, a marvelous sight. She seems so scared, yet pays no heed. From dusk till dawn, she needs no leave. For once she ran, a futile try; She stays, she bears, the sparkling eyes. For she can't walk, her feet's are chained; Yet she smiles on pouring rains. Every once, she laughs to her hearts content; For that was the rule whenever a person was sent. Even if tried, she feels nothing; For she only sees, and means nothing. Yet she stays to serve her role; Finding happiness for others' soul. I watch her everyday, on my way to work; Seeing her resolve, I question my worth. For she sees and bears, what others couldn't. While I complain for what I shouldn't. Once a girl came, crossing the street; And then approached, me so still. Then asked, ''Does that statue smile or cry?'', "Look my dear, what's in her eye."
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