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| once I was a happy child without pain nor leglect or fear, now all I can do is sit down here and worry more about my fear. | |
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| Once I cried and thought and wallowed, much like a swallow, my time was near my time was of worth, but now I sit and lie in earth, a time gone by, now it's shame and only pain. | |
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