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So kind,so young, and so beautiful,
She walks through the night of her life... Walkin' in pain,she feels it so truthfully: The truth brought her to lie. And even the pain bites and tastes her, The minute she's happy has gone; Only her feelings could make her believe now ...She always lived on the run. Down on her knees she is prayin', Talkin' to GOD,to herself! Oh!tears of her sadness remind that It's also heaven and hell. The best friend she has it's her shadow, She's whisperin' words in the air, Lookin' outside of the black wall of prison She closes her eyes in despair. And with every moment that passes, With every minute that dies She's gettin' slowly colder and colder There's no drop of life there to rise. ....................................................... A body layin' down on a corner With the eyes open clear to the past, Sendin' his soul to the angels Waits to be covered with dust.
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