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There she was again, in the same spot, singing the same song with the same tune, just a different night. but there i was watching from a far, too scare to even say hi, all i could was listen to her melodies while i hold my tears back, such a beautiful girl, what is she doing by the lake every night? i always asked myself that, ever since i saw her the first time, she might think i'm a weirdo..but who knows she probably doesn't know i exist...just like everyone else. i just wish i could listen to her story, i just want someone to listen too, i'm tired of being alone. but i guess not today. i'll come tomorrow and maybe then something different might happen.
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there she is again, same spot, same song, same tune, different dress, different day. she looks like a goddess with that dress and the moonlight showing her pale skin. did she met someone there? is she waiting for someone? Fuck i want to talk to her, i just can't..i been coming to this lake every day since i first saw her. she was wearing all black dress with those big hats, i thought she was lost, i was going to help her but then she started singing, i standed back to hear how amazing that voice was, lost track of time and it was really late, what was a few short walk by the lake to clear my mind, smoke a cigarette and think of the next day, turned into a 3 hour long walk...well i sat there in the grass watching her from afar. Today, is a bit gold so i can see why she wore that clothes. ugh, i'll just head home for now. good night mysterious lady.
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Here i am again, i swore i would not come tonight but here i am, she is so mysterious, probably by the fact that i can't talk to her, but today..something is off, same spot, same song...different tune? why is that? i light my cigarette and watch as how the once majestically mysterious woman turned a bit...flushed?no that can't be, there is no one here..well i am here but i swear she could've seen me before why now?....wait..why did she left? ugh is too foggy, maybe she got too cold and ran home? i mean is fall, the time is getting colder..oh well, i'll just finish this cigg and go home.
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Here i am...but she is not, damn...did i scare her? just like everyone i know, they leave me alone, i guess i wont be able to listen to her melody anymore, maybe tomorrow i'll bring a rose and leave it where she stands..maybe she will see it, will that be creepy? i dunno, never had any friends i could talk to so i resorted listening to everyone instead of talking. sigh, this place is pretty depressive without her, maybe that's why she was here? maybe that's why i wanted to come here, no one is nearby, always a place for solitude, don't get to see those "happy" couples at this time, it's true what they say, late night is not for lovers, but for open minded people who like to express their feelings to nature. i guess she was doing the same. wherever you are, good night.
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ugh? she is here tonight, what am i suppose to do with this rose now...i'll give it to her once she stops singing? hopefully she wont think ill of me. So, she is wearing a blue dress that reflects really well on the lake water, her long silky hair flowing with the wind and her pale skin shinning under the moonlight. indeed beautiful sight, i can do this everyday. Now that i think about it, i never saw her finish the song, i always left first. i wonder how she ends it. Same spot, same time, but again, that sad tune, she is definitely not flushed, she is sad, why? okay, time to face her. she isn't done but i really don't like that sad tune, i want to know what's wrong.

"Hey miss, i...i got you this. why..why are you sad?"
i bet she thinks im a weirdo..fuck, i should've never done this...
"Excuse me? is this for me? Thank you XXXXX"
"wait, how'd you know my name?"
"I been coming here just for you, seen to your heart and i just couldn't let it happen"
"what are you talking about"
"I don't wan't someone with such a beautiful heart to die yet"
"what? what do you mean by all of this, it's the first time i met you"
"For you, yes. i been with you all your life and i don't want to see someone so bright commit suicide without giving a world a chance"
"how..wait..who are you?"
"someone who loves you"
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