Atack

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A girl so thin, she has pale skin.
Her kinfolk don't sin.
Nor has she.
She pleads to be free.
But we don't care about pleas.
We're like a disease.
Spreading threw her body.
Nobody knows of these pleas.
Nobody cares if she flees.
Because you can't escape threw our gates.
Unless.
You're willing for people to find a mess.
In the tub on the rug we don't mind.
Just take your time with each fine line.
Yes she's the one.
Her days happy in the sun are done.
This will surely be fun...

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