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Far down in the caves of long forgottenThe left-behind children sleepEach one a fragment of stolen childhoodWith its own dark secrets to keepNo storybook endings for them to dreamNo starlit lullabyesNo birthday candles to make a wishNo sunny rainbow skiesBut in the gloom a sleeper is stirringA breeze softly passes by