Early Death

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Your little arms lay still

Your tiny eyes are shut

Weren't old enough to realise

Just what you were going through

Or what the reason was

Your little life ripped at heart

Not old enough to walk

Not old enough to talk

But still you departed from this world

Full of disease and sin

They tried to reasure you

What good it did

Another helpless soul

Trapped inside those walls

Never out again

Eventually at peace

With God right by your side

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