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In the dark sky No one hears her cry There's no one to call Her tears continue to fall Her broken heart Is a work of art She sways As the music plays So soft, so slow The volume turned down low One single shot to the head She lay upon her queen sized bed A single tear on her cheek, seeps into her skin, so fair As the love of her life leans over her still body with care He gazes into her young, dead eyes He sits with her limp body in his strong arms and cries He can't believe the horror he sees The girl he loves, dead. How can this be? He sees in her pale hand a note The last words his beautiful love wrote He looks over her face, her cheeks no longer their rosy pink Then as he opens the note he reads his name in bold, black ink He pauses, oh how she loved him so He reads how he was her one and only, his sadness begins to grow That sadness turned to anger, she shouldn't die alone She was the only love he's ever known The pain inside him is disgustingly tart He quickly grabs the gun beside her and holds it to his heart And as his body falls gracefully to the floor The memory of them fades, but their love for each other will live on forever more
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