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Blood foaming from her compressed lips, I kiss her slowly fading face
And hold her crumpled bleeding form, in the mortice of our last embrace
Pale when I met her, as the ghost she shall be, for the rest of our lives, again haunting me
But she had to die, there was no other way, for our lives to begin no more tears, no more pain
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