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Root of the years
In the first years her walls were torn down
In the first years she was traded from home to home
In the first years she did not know why or who she was,
In the first years he did not want her, she could not keep her
She was traded from dome to dome
In the early years she thought it was her frame
That was her card to trade not her good name
She had no other claim to fame
The years flowed along
invasions in throngs
By genders twain it seemed forever long
It became so common she forgot it was wrong
She was passed from hand to hand.
The pain flowed out in varied comic expressions
Causing rifts in family relations
Causing drifts away from home
Causing rips in costume sown
She set out with destination to roam
Loosing her mind she was looking for her kind
Insane Ferris cycles made her rewind
Over and again in her mind
