I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone — their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
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I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone

— their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.
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