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They called her everyday She responded any day They were her friends anyway To no one she had to say Touch, we touch was the play Do, we do was the way But soon was a price to pay Her innocence so betrayed The story had just began She would share with none The journey was steady and on So in them she pressed upon Tender in age born of a woman She left her soul to men The men with filthy mane Betrayed her innocence They made a play with her They messed and tossed with her They pressed their urge on her It was the best of her And took the innocence of her Her innocence betrayed On a cloudy morning She had a tale of meaning Her mother busy cleaning Stopped to see her giggling He story was just starting She caught her mother staring She was happy sharing Least for her knowing Her innocence had been robbed One tear dropped Two tears dropped Mothers love hadn't stopped Her daughter wasn't raped She was taught and sapped Baby was keen and apt By the game of adults She had been slapped Little did angel know It wasn't play and game now She couldn't figure out how Her mother explained how A criminal offence it was For the crude group of boys But sadly as it were Justice she couldn't afford

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