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Apr 8
I am afraid that I'm not free
A child so hurt inside of me
Make her happy help her see
A life is still a space to be
Forget the storms the shadow grip
Reach for hands to help to grasp
And soon your free to fly again
In some ones angel wings
Don't give up your light it strings
Morning Star
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Morning Star  40/F/Uk
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