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In a dark place, with a sad face,
Soaked by rain, there she lay slain.
A mother cried out,
and looked into the sky,
she had no chance, No last goodbye.
A misunderstanding, a fight,
took the life of this girl,
Blood pours out from her wrists.
She lays in the grave,
that should have never been made,
with no second chance,
she has danced the last dance.
The coffin closes, Covered by roses,
a head stone placed,
an angels crying face.
Tribute said, the day is dead,
the battle lost, with her the cost.
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