Inside and out
The bedsheets are white
New and unused
In the hospital bed she lays
There's no way to survive
She's as good as dead
The doctors all say
In the bed that she bids
She tries her best to stay
As she cries herself to sleep
She knows she will not wake
He will come to kiss her
One last time
In the dream her heart's desire
She constantly wonders why
As she slips to sleep
And the bedsheets turn red
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