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The beginning was with a lie,

The moment they heard her cry.

In a single place, all day she lied,

Nobody to pick up and held her high.

She spent years seeing them all fly,

When came her time she was tied.

She scribbled on the pages to pacify,

Did what they said to gratify.

Her shadow begun to die,

Even in the limelight. 

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