| An autumn breeze that moved the leaves
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| Whispered lullabies through enchanted trees
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| Icecold lake like sheets of glass
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| Shades of fog that cover the grass
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| Barefoot, shivering, with shaking hands
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| Mechanically executing her final plans
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| Her eyes gaze up as she throws the rope
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| Virginhood gone and so her hope
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| Death will take what life’s been given
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| Happiness ends in tragedy
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| Little white neck so brutally riven
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| Nature sings it’s symphony
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| Lifeless eyes and gruesome past
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| The rope’s been used as remedy
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| Even the stars won’t ever last
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| Listen to their haunted melody
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| Majestic tree bent under winter’s crown
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| The girl climbs up, the moon goes down
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| She grabs the rope with hangmans knot
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| Twigs break and fall to rot
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| Memories full with fears of father
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| He raped and told her not to bother
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| No-one would believe the chaplains daughter
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| Company of cross and holy water
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| Silence is gone as she bursts into tears
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| Emotions erupting by living with fears
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| The upcoming sun tells the end of it all
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| An agonized cry breaks right after the fall |