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The Abductor
A child in its innocence
cries out in the night
as it's taken away
and filled with such fright.
The evil in the heart
of the abductor is clear
looking for gain
not noticing her fear.
Fear not little angel
your loved ones grow near
soon they will find you
and all will be clear.
Not so for your jailers
their life is now set
they won't get past this
they will never forget.
Innocent you are
with a heart pure as snow
loved by so many
more than you will ever know.
They will rue the day
forever they will have to repent
the day that they took
a child so innocent.
(c) Trizia 2007
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