Letters in the Humming Light
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She had a ring of gold, an 8 year old, and a house with a sky blue swing, the doctors tried- the family cried,
Cause it didn't make no sense
But somewhere deep inside she knew god knew better,
So in the middle of the dimmed night light she started her letter
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