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I can’t say that I’m lonely,  There are many more like me in this home. Instead, I would say that I am lost, That all others are meant to be here and I am misplaced. 
Once upon a time the most beautiful of souls was born by a mother with but one hope in this world, to give birth to a daughter with a heart so pure. And it was so,
It was early I took a hold I held it surely I looked and behold A new calling And I was balling
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