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Elizabeth
First cry when I was little
a tear of days
a tear of hungry
Crying for my mother
A child of many ways in the land
of England In a hidden place know Buddy new
Except the true in the day
Church with god was a fun thing to do
A lonely little girl with her own
playing all day in the room of drunks
dolls and barbie dolls
a tear of days
a tear of hungry
Crying for my mother
A child of many ways in the land
of England In a hidden place know Buddy new
Except the true in the day
Church with god was a fun thing to do
A lonely little girl with her own
playing all day in the room of drunks
dolls and barbie dolls
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Elizabeth
Elizabeth
