.Beneath the lone quaint pine tree
Lays the fair Bernadette
-with eyes filled with sorrow & regret-
With floral in her hair, she serenades
With tales of poignant tragedy
These memories of my wounds at hand they won't pass away
IVE DIED WITHIN YOUR WORDS
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