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She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed... until she comes home, and she can't hold it in anymore. She cry's and thinks and stares in the mirror.
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She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed... until she comes home, and she can't hold it in anymore. She cry's and thinks and stares in the mirror.
© All Rights Reserved
