You
There was once a town
That was not weak, nor weary
But then came a foe
That was oh so dreary
The town lost it's zest.
It had tried it's best.
Everyone died,
No one left to cry
To say goodbye
Except for a young girl
Whose hair swirled
And she sung a merry little tune
And she was you
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