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There is a family over yonder,

They all get looked over

Yet I see their beauty

But even I write on their skin



This family make you happy

As you gaze on their beauty

But you like I

Use the fire To them its dire

we would break them apart



Just  the book you hold

Means Their son was sold

To a lumber jack

Who put him in the sack

Carry him away to make the book



Another families child

Sold to make a fields stile

Another for a Christmas delight

And a frame for a kite

Even the scrap paper in the bin



Many things we tear them apart for

But what if it was my family, or yours