Mary had a little lamb
Flooding in a dam
The dam was fillede with Mary's blood
Mixed with the forrest mud
Mary had a secret
And she did it quite frequent
Red from her arm bled
Finally Mary was dead
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Flooding in a dam
The dam was fillede with Mary's blood
Mixed with the forrest mud
Mary had a secret
And she did it quite frequent
Red from her arm bled
Finally Mary was dead
