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Pretty Lady


My dear Pretty Lady,

Tell me pretty lady, don’t you want to die?

You know pretty lady, I can see it in your eye.

Look pretty lady, you cannot leave just yet.

You see pretty lady, there’s terms you have not met.

Yes, pretty lady, I know you ache so bad.

However pretty lady, the others, they are sad.

Just a bit longer pretty lady, and then we’ll both be gone.

Stop them pretty lady,

From following along.

Do this for me, save them with me, stay with me.

 

-GC

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