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May 2014
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You stand on the scale with tears in your eyes.

Hush little darling, don't you see?
Hip bones and collar bones will make you lovely.

Hush little baby, I hear your sighs,
Your ribs aren't showing; there's no gap between your thighs.

Hush little darling, just take my hand,
I'll make you starve till you can no longer stand.
Presence
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Presence  Cambridge
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