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"She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong.It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long.Her heart misfit, a little chipped.And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched."
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"She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong.It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long.Her heart misfit, a little chipped.And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched."