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The drops on her face The wind in her hair Its also something called fear She wears it with pride She uses it wisely and She keeps her head up high As she wades across to the other side She starts to hear her mothers cry Big plump tears roll down her face As she turns around to remember this place she looks left then right And turns and screams From fright... Her mother is gone In the dark all alone She sheds her last tears