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A silent plea from a child, Seeming warmth not from the sun, But from the people around, To make the child's voice heard aloud. Let the child break free from the cage, The cage that breeds misery, Enveloped in darkness, Where comfort remains elusive. Walls have risen higher, Seemingly insurmountable, Someone, please be the child's light, For time moves on, impossible to evade.
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