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The Night She Died
Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.
He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.
She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.
When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold ...