The heart yearns to laugh hard,
Her heart that is pinning,To Play around.
She too wishes
To Dance with the drift of air;
To Sing out loud
That song of her tale,
Buried inside her bosom !
No ! No ! No !
Just because she's not the Same,
The Same defined by the Same !
She longs to speak out for all to hear,
Her heart to cry aloud;
Share her woes
But it weeps in the abyss
Yet the Smile always
That plays around her lips !
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