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Will you, too, walk past her?
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Little girl, little girl, don't lie to me;
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
Will shiver the whole night through.
My Daddy was a Railroad man;
Killed a mile and a half from here.
His head was found in a drivers wheel;
His body was never found.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
Will shiver the whole night through.
You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to mourn,
You caused me to lose my home.
Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night?
Not even your mother knows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
Will shiver when the cold winds blow.
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Neon signs flicker against the darkening sky, and footsteps echo off the pavement as the crowd weaves through the shopping district. Voices rise and fall in casual conversation, laughter, and hurried phone calls.
Elise sits on the cold sidewalk, her guitar resting in her lap—the wood faded and scratched from years of use. She strums a soft, sorrowful tune, her fingers steady despite the dull ache of exhaustion settling into her bones, as her voice drifts into the night, fragile yet clear.
She has been here all day, playing, singing, hoping—though she isn’t sure for what anymore. No one stops to listen; The song goes unheard, unnoticed—just like her.
When the final note fades, reality reminds Elise of its cold, uncaring indifference: She has no home, no family, and no future. Just an old guitar, a hollow voice, and a fragile hope that dims more and more with each passing moment.
The world moves on, uncaring of her very existence.
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Elise is a young woman lost in a world that no longer seems to have a place for her. Once, she had dreams, but everything was suddenly taken away from her, piece by piece. Her guitar is the last remn
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