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When you see 
Her eyes from afar
You will see
A pain in her heart

It's a song
That anyone had saw
But not anyone could sing
And not anyone could know

When you see
Her lips moving
It looks pretty
Yet sounds pretending

Like the moon from above
Her eyes speak no lies
Being pretentious ain't enough
To make all sufferings disguise

When you hear 
Her soft mellow song
You will hear 
More things about her frown

And she doesn't speak about it
Nor talks and thinks the said
Not a thought to feel a bit 
Not a figure of it had laid

When you hold
Her smooth arms
You could hold
A grain of pain marks

That in the evening
When no one could see
Her body's a book
Of untangled secrets

She is a girl
A diary of her own
No one knows her best
No one seemed her through

She is a girl
You could know her name
Only her name alone
More so, no one could aim