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  In the quiet lanes of a sleepy town, Where the days drift by in shades of brown, Lived a girl with dreams that seemed too small, Yet in her heart, she craved it all. She watched the city girl, bright and bold, Who came for a while, her story told, With laughter like bells, and eyes that shone, A life that sparkled, her own outshone. In secret corners, a fire burned, A jealousy deep, never discerned, Petty thoughts, a bitter taste, For the girl she envied, but never faced. She married a pleb from a distant town,  Come D-day in the mirror, hence she saw a clown She left town on a cloudy day, for the likes of her, as was the way, In her life’s tale, no grand designs, Just faded hopes and broken lines, Also in the city, she found no light, Just shadows that deepened every night. Now she walks through crowded streets, A face among thousands, no one greets, Once full of dreams, now empty, cold, A story forgotten, a tale untold. For in her heart, she always knew, She’d never be enough, neve

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