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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