Her name will be like fire
And her words be filled with breath
And her eyes will scream desire
Look! She's turning to his death
The world will fall around her
She'll see her sanctuary burn
Her eyes are growing rounder
For she'll have no place to turn
They will bring his body to her
She is telling him goodbye
And her days will still grow fewer
Her tears will not find his reply
She is curled up in her den once more
But she will find no solace there
Her mantra will be to fate deplore
And "come back to me" her prayer
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That was really good. But it made me really sad.
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