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Hey now, Princess
Why do you always worry?
Rest on my shoulder
You don't need to hurry
Hey now, Baby
No need to cry
You want the truth
Not a lie
Hey now, Sweetheart
I know how it hurts
They want you to change
But you don't gotta convert
Hey now, Honey
Your bruises are showing
But when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Hey now, Princess
I'm cut up too
I've been here all this time
Fighting just for you.
Why do you always worry?
Rest on my shoulder
You don't need to hurry
Hey now, Baby
No need to cry
You want the truth
Not a lie
Hey now, Sweetheart
I know how it hurts
They want you to change
But you don't gotta convert
Hey now, Honey
Your bruises are showing
But when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Hey now, Princess
I'm cut up too
I've been here all this time
Fighting just for you.
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Thinking of a friend and a story~~~
Love always
Melody Pond
Love always
Melody Pond
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Beautiful poem!