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Grace
Grace
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There lived a girl called grace
She looked quite appealing with her pretty face
She had blue eyes
That shined like her pride
She lived in her own world
Like her hands were tied
Her eyes held pain
Like she just cried
She was hiding something inside
Indeed, some scars
And if I saw a shooting star
I would pray for her to go far
Far away somewhere she can't hear the cars or smell cigars
Far away somewhere she can feel merry
Somewhere she can see the real February
