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BROKEN PALACE

The children use to yell: "Hurrah!"
They  use to  shout "Yippee!"
But now , it is sadness in the palace
After the war, it's nothing but ashes
Alas! Alas ! the palace is burned
Alas! Alas! the palace is destroyed
Maybe you do not understand
How this palace used to be
It was the symbol of beauty
But now, it is the symbol of ugliness
The monsters came during the night
They have  burned it down and murdered everyone
I was the only left alive
And I kept weeping out of rage
The monsters has destroyed it all
Aww, I feel hurt  inside
Ouch,my soul is twisting in suffering
I'm exploding out of deep tears
The pain is filling up my heart
My body is losing its vigor
To the point that my skin is tearing apart 
I can't sleep again
For the palace has fallen 
But I can't stop thinking about my palace
Dear palace ,why have you gone away?
Why have you left me to die?
Why have you forsaken me?
I remember when you were beautiful
When everyone use to talk about you
I remember when you were shiny as gold
I remember all the good times we spent together
Where art thou,now?
Oh my Beautiful palace!
I am sorry that I could not defend you
I am sorry that I let you down
Alas! But I  will never leave your ashes
I will always sleep by your ruins
Dear palace, I will never stop crying for you
My tears will never cease to drop for you
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! 
I will cry until I have no voice left
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!
I will die crying to the end
I will mourn over you, my dead palace.
BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT
(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

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