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I got sad...then I wrote. A tale as old as time? False, it seems to me. Hardly any friends No one makes amends Most expectedly. They said they could change Try to at the least A beast covered with hair They claimed they didn’t care Beauty HATES the Beast Always just the same Rarely a surprise Always as before Loved, for never more But when my sun does set When time is all run out Birds will sing again When I fade in my den The cruel world carries on Long after I am gone.