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My daughter The world has grown you Hastily Into a woman As your blood flows In my eyes You are my daughter The one whose little hand I held on the way to school My daughter The war has grown you Horridly Into a woman As your little body has taken its blows In my eyes You are my daughter The one whose hand I shall hold as you return back to school Used clothes Is all your mother can afford

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