One day in the mountains, I will see the sun. I will get out of my prison. I will get out of this bare room. They will not stop me. I just want to see the sun. I want to see the trees and the grass. I want to roll down the side of the mountain. I want to laugh and be free. Someday I'm going to lay out side on the grass at night, and I'm going to stare at the moon and stars. I'm going to wake up the next morning and hear the birds singing. I hope someday comes soon.
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The Little Girl
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