Little miss runs away.
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Didn't think you would ever come back.
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As I turned my head.
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I find my newest complication.
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She won't run.
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Won't fall.
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She don't talk to.
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Anyone at all.
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Am I your sleepless dream?
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Can I whisper soft advice?
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Am I the wind rush through the trees?
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Turning leaves of observation.
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She won't run.
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And won't fall.
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She don't talk to.
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Anyone at all.
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River rushes towards.
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A south city left behind.
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The Tug is moving at a walking pace.
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Slithering up her spine.
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I won't run.
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I won't fall.
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I don't talk to.
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Anyone at all.
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Tug
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| Seven Mary Three |
