Sickness.
So the girl weeps,
so she speaks,
lies and contagious exaggerations
No more little girl.
This girl will she speak?
This young infant, will she keep
Will she see tomorrows sun,
The sickness can move on.
Young girl,
Weeping girl,
No tears tonight,
no death tonight.
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