Standing by the roadside,
Taking in the view
Betty's looking lonely
Looking for a crew
Holding cherry blossom
Tightly in her grasp
Betty's heart, a chasm
Which she cannot mask
Waiting for the sunrise,
Staring at the gloom,
Listening to laughs and cries
Of men in their youth ...
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