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Yet She Smiled

She was soft and the winter snow
was out learning good deeds as we know.

Imprisonment or the dead penalty
nothing can affect the inner cruelty.

She was broken yet she smiled
he owned his moustache but she was just a child.

She was dying with trepidation
the day she was left alone in her nation.

Except the conscience of the man
No criticism can do what it can.

Remembering the human that within you lies
the day guilt dies humanity dies.

She was broken yet she smiled
he owned his moustache but she was just a child.

She was laid there very still
her thoughts were simply nothing 
for him this was a drill.

He took her all 
thanks to his Wildness and alcohol.

She was broken yet she smiled
he owned his moustache but she was just a child
he owned his moustache but she was just a child
she was just a child

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