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Your young shoulders carry burdens

Far too heavy for your age,

And your heart seems oh so tortured

And your mind seems in a rage.



Come to me you poor wee lassie,

Let my arms encircle yours.

Rest your head upon my shoulder,

Open wide the floodgate doors.



Your release is my salvation,

I can't stand to see you thus.

Weep away all those frustrations,

Change that minus to a plus.