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She was the apple of my eye
To bad she had to die
She was the love of my life
If only she didnt fight
She was the one who took my heart
She was the apple of my eye
To bad she had to die
She was the love of my life
If only she didnt fight
She was the one who took my heart
I could write a thousand words
And they would all be true.
I could create a soliloquy
And set it to a tune.
I could scream from high,
Compose it in the sky.
Paint a picture dear and bright,
