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The Lost Souls of the World

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Little girl with her mothers curls
hears voices in the dark
Little girl with a troubled head
sings the world to sleep

Lost in a window box
she holds still as marble

big sister left me in the shopping cart
left me for the crows, the lost souls of the world
to pillage my body and shred my features
till she hardly knows i’m kin

And every tear that leaves her face will plant a seed
where a flower will grow
under wiped clean gray sky's
sorrow will color every petal.





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