The night is dark, the wind is cold.
The ground is high, her eyes still cries.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are..."
The first song she ever learnt will now be the last song she ever sings.
"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky,
Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are..."
*A heavy load fell down from the rooftop*
The night is dark, the wind is cold.
She will no longer live in this world of sorrow.
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