The twinkle of laughter
like bells in the wind.
Its her I look after
She's never sinned.
Hands intertwined,
dancing away
she's always on mind
until that dark day
She wandered astray
now dull and gray
for her I pray,
yet she never returns?
Still small and frail
never deserved this
skinny and pale
no longer with bliss.
I lay her to sleep
know she's in peace
I can't help but weep
for her life has ceased
I go home alone
that night I wake
I can't help but moan
I see her face
There she is,
Don't worry she says
Now she is his
And happy at last.
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