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| The Girl V.W. |
There once was a girl, who lived in the wood, She had no close friends, just a small, black, hood. A small black hood, she kept on her head, And when she did not, it lay on her bed. Her bed it was small, made only of leaves, The leaves they were soft, for they fell from the trees. The trees stood around her, on this cool fall day, The birds fles around her, wanting to play. Play she did not, she couldn't have fun, It was a dark day, there wasn't any sun. Even though it was dark, the birds still took flight, But the girl became ill, she suffered through the night. She died the next day, many people came to see, If the rumors were true, had they found missing Bethany? Bethany was her name, but now she was dead, Her parents cried with sorrow, but then the Brother said: "The good Lord has his reasons, he takes lives every day, It was now her turn to go, why I cannot say." This is my sad story, of the girl from the wood, I only told it now, because nobody else could. |