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Her natural was laughing
Giggling without a limit
Being thrilled by the slightest
"Rare grace", her friends were saying ...
The sadness was approaching her,
like the wasp does to honey ...
like the unbearable pain needs morphine ...
Her eyes, beacons promising hope ...
It was so obvious, so eccentric
embarrassing, such a knock down!
She could not bear this "What went wrong?"
She had once met a withered rose
A downtrodden crimson rose ...
That was which she had loved fatally ...
