As a child, she was always<\/p>\n
laughing,<\/p>\n
Waiting for her Father<\/p>\n
to come<\/p>\n
But one day the Father<\/p>\n
had gone,<\/p>\n
And her life has just<\/p>\n
begun.<\/p>\n
There’s nothing else<\/p>\n
to say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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