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Tattered and torn


There I sit all tattered and torn
Hanging there on a hedge full of thorn
Out in the sun and the wind and the rain
No one does ever see all my pain
All through the year out in the wild
No one does realise I was once on a child
Summer and winter changing the scenes
All they can see is an old pair of jeans

justwilliam 2013