The room is dark

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The room is dark


she sits alone and crys

The vary end of her life



is near


Take my hand a dark figure



speeks I will take




you to your new


home so frighted the girl crys i am not ready to leave this place but it is her time so she takes the could withered hand of the figure and off to her next life is she !!





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