There are stories to tell
That can never be told
About a little child
Who couldn’t grow old

There are stories to tell
That can never be told
The day was hotter than summer
The heart was wintry cold

There are stories to tell
That can never be told
A conscience seared,
enslaved, and sold

There are stories to tell
That can never be told
It hides in the darkness
Only light can behold

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