The street is desolate
All around gather shadows
Remember, She's here
That night she was here
A month has changed the trees
From green, to yellow-orange
Frail girl with blond hair
Didn't see her there
Breeze lovely stirs the leaves
On quickly to the evening
Mother wails good bye
Echoes still surround
Gone is the murder weapon
Forty in a twenty- five
Clear blue eyes now closed
Guardian angel?
A whisper calm and quiet
'Mother I can see you still'
A tear falls and dries
An angel is born
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