Just like oil on canvassÅ<br />
Touch of red, mostly blackÅ<br />
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youÅ<br />
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WeepsÅ shadowÅ<br />
Cries Å sparkleÅ<br />
ÓShe sleeps, she sleepsÅÔ<br />
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Once in time, there she was, <br />
Standing by the willow tree, <br />
Longing for an old feeling, being hisÅ<br />
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Now she is like a torn flower, <br />
AloneÅ<br />
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Among the trees, and underneath the leaves, <br />
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneÅ