A Lonely Gaint

There once was a lonely Giant

Who hated all others, he said

He would let no one live with him

He sought no-one’s company

 

Who hated all others, he said

They brought only disease and left loneliness

He would let no one live with him

Yet he was fine, he thought

 

They brought only disease and left loneliness

But sometimes, sometimes, he missed them

Yet he was fine, he thought

When the nights got cold and he was alone

 

But sometimes, sometimes, he missed them

He missed them, but he could seek no one out to fill the void

When the nights got cold and he was alone

There once was a Giant, the only giant

 

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