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A kiss so sweet
A smile so bright
She leaned over to me and whispered, "Good night"
Little did I know that this was her last
Litttle did I know about that crash
She's still in my dreams
She's still in my thoughts
Living on time that is merely bought
There wasn't a case, there was no trial
Humans, oh humans, why are they so vile?
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