I got a new Mom called a "DAUGHTER"

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Three in the morning your eyes rain
damping the pillow
You sob in pain
Dark clouds forming like billow

Countless stones thrown
Body filled with scars
But dear little lady
That's what they do to stars

Carve the stones they throw
Glitter the scars, shape your brow
And for a while forget the pain
For the rainbow should shine after the rain.

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