Lost Cause Resulting Death

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The doctors knew with her lips laced, she would stay true. As they had paced, her eyes had raced. Holding her hand, by now I'd faced this isn't band. If she didn't land in that sudden way; only if it's banned. We can find a day, nearing a funeral with her burial.  

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