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The moon is rising and falling asleep,

The stars shine bright like her eyes they speak,

The smell of washed out dirt still lingering in her hair,

One drop of red managed to escape,

I wish that she could stay, but the gods... They took you away,

Her life never went trough but i was gonna marry you...

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