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Little girl nine
What's on your mind
Such looks of neglect
Sorrow and grime

Have you no mother
Or parent who cares
I know who I'll call
My husband is sheriff

Don't be afraid
Let someone help you
Rely The Lord Jesus
His love is for you

Now many years later
As we all pack your things
You're going away to college
And you're only 16.

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