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Oh sheena kneels

And prays over the graves

And wishes of her god to be so brave

The roses she had picked

Fall from her hand

On to the ground which

Will soon hold her

Sheena Bella

Sheena Bella walks and

Sheena Bella strays

Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days

The colors of the grass

The shadows on the floor

The precious things that she

Had no time for

She was only 4 years old

She was barely 4 years old

Sheena Bella

They’re gonna kill us all