A Sister Who Died Young
She was already her shadow
Her pains had been many
In her groans, death was sure
Many her desires, less fulfilled.
Her pains had been many
The doctors were wrong
Many her desires, less fulfilled
In her voice, farewell bids
The doctors were wrong
Yet, at her death, a huge bill
In her voice, farewell bids
Our tears we couldn't hold back.
Yet, at her death, a huge bill
In her groans, death was sure
Our tears we couldn't hold back
She was already her shadow.
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