Girl of a dying breed-
was nothing more than unique indeed.
Her philosiphies shared-
but never recieved.
Girl of a dying breed-
foresaw the world as it seemed.
She was open with her mid,
closed with her eyes.
Heard with her heart,
deaf with her ears.
Girl of a dying breed-
now dead and soul set free.
Now that the girl is gone,
her work— begins to succeed.
