My dear little minnie mouse,
why are so you grey?
What has happened,
why do you look this way?
Tell me what it is,
because I feel I might just cry.
I hate it when you frown,
you stare at the wall and sigh.
Oh minnie, 'cease your painful cries,
everytime you grasp for air,
a part of my soul just dies.
Those tears,
they never seem to end.
I know it's in you, Minnie,
you have the will to mend.
So lay your head on my shoulder,
and spill all your thoughts.
If you keep them locked inside,
your heart will feel like rocks.
You'll never be happy;
you'll mope around all day.
Wishing for the better times,
that would soon be on their way.
If only you'd stop crying.
Grey days always see the sun,
so please break a smile,
and let your crying be done.
 
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