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Annabelle

Here I stand
At your grave,
Sprinkling rose petals,down where you lay.

Death has taken your soul.
Like a bird in flight,like a dove on its way.
Had I only known,you also would fly away.

Here I stand
At your grave,
Humming your sweet lullaby.

I try my best to be bold.
Yet,gazing at your gravestone,sadly it reads,
My blue-eyed Annabelle,just one day old.



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