| She comes to me unwillingly
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| I take her hands and hold them tight
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| Her eyes are sad as if they had
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| Seen all bad and not a single right
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| The last few years were filled with tears
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| First of joy but now of grief
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| When she slept, her life was kept
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| A conscience stolen by a thief
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| Her fragile face and shyish grace
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| Leaves me bereft
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| As much as I adore her skin to her core
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| She is in love with death
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| She wants to be the tragedy
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| The king of dreams wants to keep
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| She touch her hand to see if she can
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| Pinch herself back to sleep
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| She wears her depression, it’s like her fashion
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| She’s a planet in her own galaxy
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| My beautiful friend has reached the end
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| Of what she can take of reality
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| She wants to go back to the heart-attack
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| Which gave her a decade in coma
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| Her only desire is to expire
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| Into the dark worlds' aroma |