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One day she'll hear the words I sing
And she will shriek And the joy it will bring... Let her. I'll bask in my comeuppance. An angel coming home Just think of the peace it will bring And I will have it rich But she will shriek, Shrill and sonorous, Echoes that hurt us Eyes as bleak My soul as murderous So that is it With mother's footsteps as the last note I sing my screams, So she can dream her dreams-
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