An injured little girl was found last night
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Yellow ribbons wrapped around
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The grown-ups wanted to decorate it one last time.
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Again with the prohibitions
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When I got closer and looked closer, I saw
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Lying is my childhood and I have grown
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In my seasonal dress, watching the funeral procession
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I passed through fruit trees and fragrant gardens
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I plucked a flower, I looked at it for the last time
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I put my flower on my chest
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore
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talking behind my back
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I heard whispers by chance
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I asked, would you recognize this girl lying in bed?
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Still breathing?
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Happiness was thought to be hidden in other hearts
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He was always half, wrong
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore
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I walked a road from our house
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The road was bigger than all of us
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From death, from both of us
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And of our poor love
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A tiny flower withered last night
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The sun has risen again today
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Look here a little girl died
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Her soul grew into a woman
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore
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No one can open new wounds anymore
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I hurt so much, it doesn't hurt anymore
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If it falls today, it rises tomorrow.
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This girl doesn't hurt herself anymore |