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| It begins as all fires do, a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colorful delight. Holding hands, becoming friends, earning trust and futures once again looking bright. | |
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| Loneliness turned to hope, emptiness filled up with dreams. Hunger satisfied, and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams. Tears no longer hit the ground; they fall on someone's shoulder. | |
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| Feeling young, as you grow older. When sorrow leaves you wilted as a sun-parched rose, comfort is a river that flows and flows. The sun's light, the morning dew, they are all the beauty tha-- | |
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| BABY DON'T HURT ME!!! DON'T HURT ME!!! NO MORE!!! | |
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