Vienetta,
Oh Vienetta,
What have you done?
You used to be so cheery,
Cherry as the sun.
Did the blade slip,
Or could you not cope?
Cope with the pain and guilt,
That you had provoked.
Vienetta,
Oh Vienetta,
You poor little thing,
You didn't deserve this,
Why, you were fit for a king.
But words hurt more than pain,
And as the days went on,
Everything, just everything,
Seemed to be wrong.
(Original)
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