The Better of Us
She's in there sleeping
As she does most days
God may I have I pray
One last talk with her
I would tell her
Of her beauty
And of our grand times
She would remember we are in love
God she must be with you
Only her body stays
I wish it were me in that hell
For she is the better of us
She is in there sleeping
Searching for the dawn
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