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I was once...
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One by one
I sold my daughters
on the wind.
I was left
a barren, broken
weed.
But
when he kisses
my memories
I am beautiful.
I sold my daughters
on the wind.
I was left
a barren, broken
weed.
But
when he kisses
my memories
I am beautiful.
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That first stanza is incredible.