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Once upon a blissful dream
She was mine, I held her hand, I shared her sorrows and it seemed Our love would never end. She promised she would never go, She was happy by my side, I promised I would keep her so... Now I know that we both lied. I saw her lying on the floor, Hopelessly, without a cure, Victim of Death’s evil war, She died so innocent and pure. “Six feet under's too deep for her, You should take that silent place, I wish you'll die and stop this war So dark, full of disgrace. “ Without her my life's so hollow, My eyes are filled with silver... “You stained my heart and soul with sorrow, I hate you, bloody Reaper !”
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