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| Death - I pull her close But it's too late The blood slides down her wrist And off her cold shaking fingers She was as beautiful as ever Golden brown hair flowing in the gentle wind The red reflecting glass grows Revealing the truth It's all my fault A tear falls down her cheek A tear of blood I pull her closer For one last kiss It's sweet, like blood I close my eyes Visions pass before me Of a time in which we were happy My eyes open She's stopped shaking And I've begun I hold her closer I feel a cold consuming her I hold her tighter And I never let go. _______________________________________________________________________________________ |