Emily was a sad girl
Maybe she fell down
And maybe she got hurt
I never understood why she cried
Little did I know, she was blind
Mean people made fun of her
Empty minded people...
And people with empty hearts
Cold and lonely I cried foEmily
Only to find, that I was a dream
People should be nicer to the dreamers
You may be a dreamer too
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