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She Is Gone
Round and round I go
Burning in the core of life
Running out of patience and time
Life is short, as we all know
Hopping someday I find my wife
Her heart in my hands, she is mine
She left me quick against my will
Hear I sit, plot and wright
As I think, she will be dead
Seeking her out, as I want to kill
Screaming and pain, she put up a fight
Still and silent, in a pool of red
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