| A sweet girl of eleven years
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| Within her brain: The darkest fear
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| Caught by absolute disaster
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| Her virginity — lost to the own father
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| There he comes with alcoholic breath
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| Now her mind is fallen, emotions are dead
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| Cold by routine she’s accepting her fate
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| Which she must endure since her age of 8
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| People close their ears
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| And they close their eyes
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| They’re only open for a moment
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| When somebody has died
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| The weak, little victims have no voice
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| And falling tears don’t make a noise
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| How long does it take
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| 'til a bit of compassion awakes
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| Something… disgusting!
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| Covered as a harmless game
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| Abnormality is reflecting
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| In all the things that happen
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| To other girls with different names
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| — Left without being protected —
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| «Hey, your daddy is doing a crime
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| To you and your little mind
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| A defect will always be
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| In your mental factory»
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| Locked inside the darkend room
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| As the horror passed her by…
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| The kitchen — place for the next rape
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| In despair she reaches the butcher-knife
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| And she refuses doing that once again
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| At a certain point of panic she cuts away
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| His little friend!
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| Justice now is sealed
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| But do you think now she is healed?
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| You can give her shelter
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| You can hold her tight
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| But you can’t take away this horrible
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| Frigth
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| When memories of the past appear
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| To control her life in fear… |