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Juárez, where are our daughters?
Daughters are not disposable
They are born free to two parents
No, not no sale or for clearance
Bloomed in beauty from the cradle
But one day, when they are able
Like all children they fly the nest
Hoping they'll always do their best
We worry, yet try and let go
Loving them and letting them know
We're for them until our last breath
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