Unnoticed By All
In the back of the room — where shadows fall, I'm sitting in the corner, Unseen by all. I'm in the Dusk, I'm in the Dawn, A Shadow that Lingers, Then quietly Gone. I'm in the field, Crying with the rain, Wind whispers stories, But None know my Name.
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