A little girl,
Once kind and pure,
Until an attack by a monster,
Tore the heart from her,
With no hero,
Angels,
Or God to save her,
She stood alone.
Never again.
Would she be that innocent child,
Oh how naive!

A little girl,
Once kind and pure,
Until an attack by a monster,
Tore the heart from her,
With no hero,
Angels,
Or God to save her,
She stood alone.
Never again.
Would she be that innocent child,
Oh how naive!
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