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There was once a world where we wallowed we'd fallen into a dark, cold hole when we wake, all around us are children like us Hand in hand they walk towards a tumbling city
Birthed by the Earth, God planted me here. I've grown not much throughout these long years. Roots settled in, My stalk began to rise. As a fragile bud, though, I turned from sunrise.
Little girl six years old Watching her father walk away Little girl so sad and alone Looking for a way to understand