death

Oh dear death,

Stealer of the last breath,

Those that are left,

Curse you for your theft,

Why do they deserve to die?

I don't want to say goodbye,

She doesn't deserve her fate,

This is a horrible fete, 

In This funeral i am much to late,

To say how much she brightened my day,

She will be in a better place,

There is no grace,

I want her here,

Shown through my many a tear.

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