"The evil, it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly"
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You where grace. Your soul was pure and your smile could brighten the whole room.
But... you where sick. You would raise to heavens soon, leaving this cruel world and finally being able to rest.
You kept on telling me everything would be okay. You told me you wouldn't ever leave me. You told me you would look after me until we meet again.
Soon the day came. 4th of July. People would think it was actually American Independice day, but it was just the day you where gone.
"I'll never leave you, I love you" You smiled for the last time, while I held you. Your heart finally stopped. And like that, you where gone with a smile in your face.
"You died in my arms... and I was gone too.
"We're all gonna die"
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"What could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh, could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?"
