There sat a little girl
I spoke to her
She was quite small
"May I ask you what you're doing here?"
"Oh, I don't mind, not at all..."
"You see," she said
"This is today
and I am hiding here.
Outside's too cold
no one to care,
the sun I cannot see.
Inside's too hot
I like it not,
much to busy for me
So here I sit upon the sill
reflecting on the glass
Two worlds to chose
I just don't know
I wait for time to pass
For now I know
in hiding here
This world is not for me
I look not to my left or right
I only sit
and wait for thee..."
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