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Perhaps Tomorrow.
A salty tear fell onto the sand,
Like a pounding droplet of truth
The shells watched with heavy hearts
Feeling sorry for the innocent child.
Why me, she wonders, feeling the world on her shoulders
A lost soul with no light in the black
Perhaps tomorrow will be better, dear child,
The empty night-time whispers.