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Honesty is something she learned by pactrice, Love, Hope she noticed. Anger, Pain she knew by birth, And Happiness she tried to hold As the wind grew, and the rain was hard. Rainbows no longer shown The sun was dying but still it shined for the people She had no emotion to discribe what she felt No direction of where to go, And no ears to listen to the words she was taught She`s gone now, Weeds on her feet, Petels on head No one knows who she was A witch, A forgotten soul, A Wideo, A Bird? But she lies their cold as can be Rotting as the day goes by The funeral was short as the day And everyone shiverd, No weaps, No crys, Just on lookers And Two roses for the dead.
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