A tear-stricken face and a red lamp in hand
Looking for someone but unknown of the land
Growls heard of an unseen figure which she couldn't quite comprehend
End of the daylight as dusk seemed to reach its end
Waiting for someone to reach out and offer a hand to lend
Still keeping her hopes up that this isn't the dead-end
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