A tale of hearts I wish to tell;
How a soul precious from glory fell.
The pride of her home, the voice of the grounds;
She strode on paths where hell abounds.
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A virtuous woman,
The longing of every man;
How comely her ways are
Her pulse resonates the lustre of stars.
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If you think you have the strenght of a thousand Lords,
And a thousand peasants at your beck and call;
If you think you're able to stand on top of the world,
Remember, Pride comes before a fall.
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Never I behold my eyes such wonder
The earth quakes her presence like lightenings & thunders;
Bind your mind & enslave your heart be her duty
Surrender you must to the foreign beauty.
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Stereotyped killings marshalled for the lost,
Belief in the myth destined to a cause.
Why apologize for the wrongs of sinister minds?
While betrayal is fed with stomachs of different kinds.
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Life ain't worth living
'Less you have something to die for;
So rise and do you billing
Before the sky night falls.
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One more year has passed
That your presence elapsed,
One more time in every way
We still miss you everyday.
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Oh that look, I know that look when I see one
Its the look of pity, pain and denial
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There goes the object of their muse
Moving with a sepulchral flair,
Teasing and assuming allure
As her patrons seek pursuit.
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In bits and shattered spirit
A rambling petal was found
On the ledge of a loose foyer
Her bleeding temple was crowned.
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