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Was a tiny girl

( I seen )

Abortion 's child

She

Was soon to be gone

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What would they call me
If I took her home ?

And raised her as my own ?

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Stories of righteousness

Stories made for movie
sales and corporate profit

But the truth of true stories
Is never known

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She lay on her bed of misery

She just got ***** by a fantasy

They called each other girl and boy

They'll know better in a while

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Tiny girl

War planes circle in the skies

Maybe she 's a Muslim

A ***** or just some passer by

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Maybe just a somethin in the mind

Of someone writing poetry

Who has come alive

( they say it happens all the time )

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Abortion 's child

Here for just awhile

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Round and round we go

Do we love ?

Nobody knows

What would you say if I took you home

And tried to raise you as my own ?