Clinging on to the memory walking down the streets,
She looked around for a soul.
The night that stared into her making holes of regret.
A friend she had, a friend she loved,
Putting a price to her smiles.
She sold a few, she sold a many,
Till she had her basket barren
She borrowed a few from the friend she loved.
She used them well and sold them too.
She roamed the streets and the markets,
She looked for them in forests and lost dreams,
She pulled apart cupboards and ripped open old letters,
Burnt a few pictures and set up the wrold on fire,
The fumes still had no smile to give...
The friend came back looking for his smiles...
She sat with the barren basket, devoid and barren.
She gave away the one she wore on her face,
A friend she lost,t he friend she loved.
That night it rained, rained so hard...
It rained on a soul that died without a smile on her face.
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