there is no special experience
Every gift and every laugh,
turns her face very sad
As she walks on pathways,
the colorful world turns to grey
Her tears runs like the falls,
no one hears her yearning and calls
Like a mirror she was shattered,
and her soul quickly uttered:
"Save me from despair,
bring my heart a pair"
The poor maiden wanders,
and prayed while she ponders
When shall her heart feels,
the happiness and the thrills
This unhappy maiden waits.
For a man she really waits
The day will come to rest,
and her heart will past the test
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