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      i.

      Every night, she gets home,
      Exhausted and now all alone.
      Sat down to remove her makeup,
      Cotton of truth wiped her hard.

      She unmasked the face, she wanted to have
      To hide all the emotions she had,
      To see thats she's alright
      Even she's been crying all night,

      Cause she just wanted to be pretty.



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