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With the whirls of collisions around A child was born with a frolic sound Unfortunately her pearls disappear Into the craves of sobbing fierce She was left as an orphan with the nuns Following their crimes she churned the fun A day came in her life Where she felt being dead alive There she realised her insightful shame When she was drowned bewildering at the corner of the lane The world saw her as a freak Continuing her race she chased the creak Although the win could not be hers She winned the heart of all the curse Oh!Break it off this orphan verge She sighed,these being her last words #The Orphan Verge

With the whirls of collisions around A child was b

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