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Little, naive she suffers now, dear girl with a wounded soul. Lost joy, a broken dream, stolen youth with unclean words. Dropped in the dark she wanders aimlessly. Not seeing the way and seeking tenderness!
Little, naive she suffers now, dear girl with a wounded soul. Lost joy, a broken dream, stolen youth with unclean words. Dropped in the dark she wanders aimlessly. Not seeing the way and seeking tenderness!
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