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[nataliana]

dear child, dear child, invisible thing
let me help you out of your mess
i will brush your teeth and help you change
then lay you down to rest
don't be unhappy, don't dare be sad
for tomorrow, my dear, will be grand
i'll hug and kiss you, send you on your way
certificate of death in your hand...
my child, my child, unfortunate soul
realisation of non-existance draws near
for you never were, and won't ever will be
and all you will leave is a tear