Once not too long ago
In a world devoid of spite and grief
There lived a maiden, dressed in painted pain
Yet, she wore her golden heart, on her sleeve
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It’s not her eyes, that matters much to me
She had a vigorous, spirit much too free
She ran the gauntlet, with danger all the time
Joy was when, her voice rang out in rhyme
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All the meadows, became much too green
The brooks filled out, deliciously again
Spring was dancing to her tune, much to her delight
Her retreating footsteps, ushered in the night
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Like a bird, traversing her sky
Her home was where, her heart had made a try
But she knew, she had to go away
Not a plant, or a soul could make her stay
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Her life remained, a dream to dole out love
Bring forth some laughter, a giddiness and spark
As years passed by, one tended to forget
How we lost her, in the dreamy distant dark
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Once not too long ago
In a world devoid of spite and grief
This girl, she taught us how to live a life
How to love, how to give, how to strive...
