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There's a little child by the edge
Crying out to the dark of night.
She's hoping someone will save her,
She's grown too weary to fight.
How long has she been lying there?
A broken outline the light forgot,
she can't remember how it feels
without the chains in which she's caught.
It's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Too many voices in her ear
Shadows slipping deeper inside,
Telling her to run far from here.
You can't reach to save the child,
because what you are is her.
So slowly you begin to fade
Into the night's silent whispers.