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And I\u2019m 5 again
\nAnd the sunlight is too bright
\nAnd the room is unknown
\nAnd my father is gone
\nAnd my brothers are gone<\/p>\n
But my mother is here
\nBut my mother is a stranger
\nBut one brother is here
\nBut that brother is a stranger
\nBut I have my doll
\nBut she sleeps in a suitcase<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know where I am
\nI don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening
\nI don\u2019t know when I\u2019ll go home
\nI don\u2019t know yet that I never will
\nI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m supposed to do
\nI don\u2019t know yet that this feeling is called dread<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
And I\u2019m 5 again And the sunlight is too bright And the room is unknown And my father is gone And my brothers are gone But my mother is here But my mother is a stranger But one brother is here But that brother is a stranger But I have my doll But she sleeps … <\/p>\n