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Dead in her Coffin

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The wind blows late at night,
The springtime air restless,
It's calm and silent
People sleep in their beds,

But she's still dead, in her coffin

I mourn her, I loved her,
Her time was at its toll,
The hour glass emptied,
How sad it is to be all alone,

But she's still dead, in her coffin
Her death so tragic,
I wonder if she felt pain,
For a person who can't stay sober
Hit and killed her, and I still mourn,

But she's still dead, in her coffin.



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