'Wounded, my body carries the weight,
Of a secret so heavy, it's hard to relate,
Innocence stolen, a thief in the night,
Leaves bruises and scars, an unforgivable blight.
Months later, a joyous life I did embrace,
But from me it was taken, without a trace,
Alone in my sorrow, I mourned in pain,
The life that was taken from me.
Until one day my sweet willow tree'
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