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Jun 2015
Little boys and little hearts
Sweet as little cherry tarts
Awake, the world is at their feet
Asleep, they drown in cold deceit
Slender, cold and rising
Is the future's bold horizon
I'd rather sleep than creep
On the cheap heap of gold
We were given at birth
To die in.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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   Rapunzoll
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