R.I.P. Aaliyah
she could dance she could sing
and do almost anything and everything
she got on the plane
and was happy of her fame
but as she glanced out the window on her left
she didnt expect death
as the plane hit the mountain and slowly tumbled
it crashed in something you wouldnt exactly call a puddle
now shes peacefully underground
with flowers on her grave
they say she is gone but her fame is here to stay
Copyright © Amanda Daum | Year Posted 2006
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