With eyes wide enough enough to see the world,
That fragile girl,
Was once his love,
As peaceful as a singing maiden,
And a dove...
That hopless girl,
Was his love,
She was in all of his dreams,
Those hopeless scenes,
A shining angel from above,
She was his love....
Only as innocent as a wounded owl,
Early demise so miserable..
And foul...
In those moments he didn't of....she also was...
His love.....
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