Jan 2020
She is but a child
wrapped in gold,
with no way of knowing how to feel
But the stars,
they give her hope,
they guide her home
The stars
They do not fail me
wrapped in gold,
with no way of knowing how to feel
But the stars,
they give her hope,
they guide her home
The stars
They do not fail me
(21/F/South Africa)
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