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The burdens of the world fall on

 This girl without esteem

 She lays in bed and in her head 

She finds herself a dream 

 This is the girl the troubles find 

She takes them as her own 

She’s always there she’ll always wear 

The soul she has on loan 

 This life is hers, she can’t deny 

The things that she must do 

But in her sleep where nightmares creep

 Some freedom she’ll pursue 

 But whenever she tries to flee 

The memories will shape 

And she will know she cannot go 

And she cannot escape 

 You’ll see her once but straightaway 

Too soon will you forget 

You saw her face; she leaves no trace 

As if you never met 

 And when she wakes it’s back to work 

This job of subtlety 

Not quite dead, she’ll look ahead

 Towards eternity