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Oct 2014
we see it,
experience it,
in their oblivion,
we feel the pain,
they call a phase.
they don't want to listen,
we are just children.
someday the rain will make a way,
for the sun to come out.
all the fear will disappear,
all the cracks in our broken hearts,
will be feared with a tender touch of love,
from someone to call a mom or dad.
dedicated to ophans, and to those that have grown up without parents.
Queen
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Queen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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