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There are women
There are women who cry
Late at night
Night owls
Who wish to die
Can't close their eyes,
Ever.
Never will sleep again
Awaken by their nightmares
And the reality of world
Guilty of the crime
Of not being a manThere are luckier ones,
Those who sleep
Through the same thunders
Or diffierent ones,
Oh
All the same struggle