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Away I Grow


In my hand I take a scroll but not yet have I met my goal. To college I go away from home But not yet am I all grown In my hand I take a scroll. All on my own I met my goal. Now it's time for a home for me. All on my own you will see. I've made a woman out of me.
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jgpooh2002
Thank for the opportunity.

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