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Crimson stains my life with sin.
Hopes of places black, never to return again.
Dreams of golden pathways.
Just release me, from the body, for I am sore.

This is her only request,
as she leaves her earthen ties.
And when she takes her last dear breath,
this is what she cries:
"Please just let me go, I'm not afraid to die."





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