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Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born

Hush little baby, say not a word There never was a mockingbird Roses are red until they die Oh, soon enough like you and I H..

Mornings filled with hunger pains, Blood slowly dying in my veins,

Long poem... I have no idea where it came from.

If you kill, you are all that is left.

Oh my god, this is so stupid but I needed to do it. lol

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