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She


She was the last girl in her world

She was a dying breed

She held onto her dolls

And ribbons

And dresses

And her heart never ceased to beat

She was the last girl in her world

She was a dying kind

And she lives there now alone without me

And I hope that one day she will find me

And I don't think I'm the one less lost

Anymore

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