Dreams
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Far away from the city
On a rough part of town
Sits a poor little street girl
In, old tattered gown.
Born to a life
Of poverty and sin
With a face of an Angel
But a sad life within
She dreams of the bright lights
She dreams of love
She prays for the good life
To her God up above
Will she ever be happy?
Then no one can say
She hold on to her dreams
For they light up her day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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