Theres a tin, I must hide
For within it I stow my pride
Its way to late
To hide the hate
For within the box
I was like a fox
I hid my heart
For I must part
With the hurt a man named Dad
Put to a child a made her sad
Its the only way for her to to be
As free as any woman, you & me

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