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She tries to cry, but no tears fall.
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Tiny hands grip onto your clothes.
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Hope fills you as you stand there together.
Wanting to make up the time you lost, you think of two places to go.
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bottom of page
She tries to cry, but no tears fall.
​
Tiny hands grip onto your clothes.
​
Hope fills you as you stand there together.
Wanting to make up the time you lost, you think of two places to go.
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