Alone

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In a crowd,
Sound too loud.
No one heard,
When that girl cried out like a bird.
Don't say that you don't know,
Because she tried to tell you at Bow.
Just cause she doesn't speak much,
Doesn't mean you can bully an such.
It's even harder at home,
Where she's worked to the bone,
Doesn't hear her.
She's speaking and all you say is 'sure'.
That same girl died and is now gone.
Listen close as she listens to her song,
You could have saved that little girl.

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