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a warm, wet, pillow cushions. She prayed sobbing for help from above. I see her pain untamed, sadness sweeps overwhelming, everyone but herself is un-blamed. Sight hurts her soft eyes, all she sees is gone. So on that bed, eyelids shut, she lies. Sleep does not come to her mind, others make her down, I see deep within someone kind. Empty tears stay unspoken pass a street of hardship, street is rough to pass requires a token. That coin is difficult to acquire, sleeping night after night, waiting for her happiness to aspire. Go to sleep sweet one, stay in a dreamland. When you wake, I pray the horror will be done.
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