Eyes of amber she had,
Gave love to a careless lad.
Dreamt in day and woke at night,
Was dying had no foresight.
She knew where she went,
After her life had a dent,
She knew what was happening to her,
Tried to face it without fear.
She tried to laugh more than cry,
But ended up living a lie,
She felt pain as she bowed her head,
Before the doctor who lived on her shed.
She had burns within her heart,
Expressed them in the form of art,
She knew that one day the darkness would fade,
And that she will watch us happily as she played soul trade.
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