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She stands twelve feet above the flood |
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She stares |
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Alone |
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Across the water |
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The loneliness grows and slowly |
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Fills her frozen body |
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Sliding downwards |
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One by one her senses die |
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The memories fade |
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And leave her eyes |
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Still seeing worlds that never were |
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And one by one the bright birds leave her... |
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Starting at the violent sound |
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She tries to turn |
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But final |
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Noiseless |
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Slips and strikes her soft dark head |
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The water bows |
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Receives her |
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And drowns her at its ease... |
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I would have left the world all bleeding |
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Could I only help you love |
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The fleeting shapes |
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So many years ago |
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So young and beautiful and brave |
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Everything was true |
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It couldn't be a story... |
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I wish it was all true |
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I wish it couldn't be a story |
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The words all left me |
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Lifeless |
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Hoping |
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Breathing like the drowning man |
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Oh Fuchsia! |
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You leave me |
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Breathing like the drowning man |
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Breathing like the drowning man |
