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AChild
AChild
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Till the robins rob my voice
I sing loud the song of you
Arrows sharp blade give no choice

like the sinner at the pew
I praise your flowing art mind
I sing loud the sound of you

world a stage display heart sign
first fan of your creation
I praise your flowing art mind

empty canvas lean patient
waiting for the kiss of color
first fan of your creation

Valentine? See no other;
stark naked at the void thought
waiting for the kiss of color

your heart no better prize sought
till the robins rob my voice
stark naked at the void thought
arrows sharp blade give no choice

AChild
AChild
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