Little girl, don't you give up now,
Unravel that quizzical brow.
Run like a roar, not with dread,
Stand tall, hold high your head.
Remember the words your mother said:
"O sweet daughter of mine,
Let the whole world see you shine,
Everything will be fine,
O sweet daughter of mine."
Become an alchemist,
See through the mist.
Turn the pain into your...
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