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Poor little Ben sits alone
With shivering bones and ribs of stone
His lungs have caved in and he can hardly breathe
Poor little Ben is in desperate need
No one is there as he gasps for air
No one is there as he lives this nightmare
Poor little Ben was never understood
He drowned in his blood instead of swimming like he should
His soul is tortured while his body is dead
Poor little Ben
He's just a skeleton with a heart that's been shed

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