Through thin walls, laughter drifts,
a reminder of joy beyond my reach,
each raindrop on tin sings solitude.
I hear my voice, a soft whisper,
in the quiet pauses of thought,
realizing happiness isn't always whole.
Through thin walls, laughter drifts,
a reminder of joy beyond my reach,
each raindrop on tin sings solitude.
I hear my voice, a soft whisper,
in the quiet pauses of thought,
realizing happiness isn't always whole.
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