An innocent child,
Whom god has made mercilessly blind,
Sing her a song,
Spend an evening by her along,
Give her a hand to hold,
She'll tell you a story untold.
She asks for a little love from the world,
The only thing that can make her cured.
Does she need you or you need her more,
Like god is letting you in by opening the door.
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