Lost Life
Just a bit of tissue,
Hidden on a shelf,
Is all thats left of her life,
When she was herself,
The faded copy of a book,
Left on the bedrrom floor,
It fell off the bed,
When she banged her head,
On the bedroom door,
They couldn't hear her calling,
For help into the night,
When she came to in the morning,
She got a great big fright,
She could'nt remember anything,
About the previous night,
She forgot it altogether,
And found a brand new life.
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