The White Lady
In the darkness
where i lay wounded cold and alone
when the pain is where i can no longer bare
when the tears of blood have stained my cloths
and i wish i was never born
i feel her there with me
in the darkness
keeping me warm
and tending my wounds
she's always been with me
my white lady
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