Her lips turned black. Her soul bled.
Lay her down to bed now, She's dead. She's dead.
Her heart's been cut out from her white, pale chest.
You cant help but to wonder if she is truly at rest?..
There is so much life in her still eyes.
A body that lies, A new spirit rise.
I'll kiss her on the cheek for the last time, today
Hoping some wicked spell will be taken away.
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