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I Wish- I Wish I Could Dry These Tears, I Wish I Could Make This Better For You. But I Don't Know How.

He Was Sitting Not Far Away, Watching Me, And I Surprised A Smile On His Face, The First Real Smile I Had Ever Seen Him Give, A Smile That Curved And Softened The Tight Mouth, And Warmed The Ice-cool Eyes; A Smile That Brought The Blood To My Face And Made My Heart Turn Over.

More Like Some Small, Fierce Bird Of Prey, Something With A Sharp Bite. An Owl Perhaps, That Speaks Only When The Rest Of The World Sleeps. Jenny Will Do Well Enough.

Nothing Comes Without A Price.

Why Should I Be Polished And Improved Like Goods For Sale? I Might Not Even Want To Marry! And Besides, I Have Many Skills. I Can Read And Write And Play The Flute And Harp. Why Should I Change To Please Some Man? If He Doesn’t Like Me The Way I Am, Then He Can Get Some Other Girl For His Wife.