| A little girl was sitting down
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| The riverside — so alone
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| No one saw the tears she cried
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| When she was hurted all the time
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| The scars around her tears she tried
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| To hide with make-up and mascara
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| How many pains can she bear
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| She seemes to be old
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| With fourteen years!
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| It is her own decision
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| To leave the world of tragedy
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| She made her own decision
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| So leave her now before she cries
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| It is her own decision
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| To leave the sorrow far behind
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| She made her own decision
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| A lovely thing with broken mind
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| Walkin' round the old riverside
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| Gave no help to her
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| To be alone — this feeling she knew very good
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| Her mother died when she was five
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| A billion of tears she’d already cried
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| The father has ever been so nice
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| With a heart — cold as ice!
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| She remembered the one night
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| When her will to live wiht her virginity died
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| She remembered the father’s face —
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| Red and weat of sweat
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| She took a decision and jumped into the water
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| The river was cold as ice and
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| Here the father comes to remember the place
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| His daughter died! |