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Taken


There is a killer on the lose

His only purpose, to steal your youth

Innocence you have no longer

Hear the tears belonging to your mother 

Now you cry yourself to sleep 

Finally you’re aware that your brother is being beat

Life moves on as slow is as can be

You deserve to finish early

Finally your free

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