The Windowsill

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A little girl sits at her windowsill

She's been crying and she's crying still

Mommy said she's wasting her time

But there is only one thing on her mind

With her head bowed and her hands folded tight 

She prays to the Angles with all her might 

And in the special way only a little girl can 

She asks one question over and over again 

Daddy where did you go

Please tell me cause I wanna know 

When there came no reply 

She shook her head and squeezed closed her eyes

She went to bed and covered her head 

Maybe if she could just hide 

Then the monsters wouldn't find her tonight 

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