Our precious ones begin to slow We wonder why, we just don't know Not so lively, they seem so strange We don't know what has made them change The doctors they are baffled too There's nothing wrong it must be you They don't know that the stealers there The stealers cruel, he does'nt care We've lost our child, he's gone away This other child has come to stay Our other child was noisy and loud This child is quiet, lost in the crowd The stealers name is NPC He shows his occasionally Not too often, just now and then He'll choose a child, and then do it again One day we will win this fight We'll fight the stealer with all our might And maybe not too far away Our lost child will come back to stay By Irene Bushway

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