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She
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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In the shade of an old church-steeple
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Between dead leaves and howling wind
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On a tree beyond an overgrown grave
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On a creeping, deadly, eternal rope
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She hangs now with open eyes
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Filled with tears dry and cold
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Promised was a short, quiet crash
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A single moment, a final pain
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A death-rattle meaning goodbye
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And a final farewell to the insane
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Hope for the eternal redemption
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And for tears around her grave
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For a sea of flowers and
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Beautyfull words for a life-long slave
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A sadly farewell to someone
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With a noose around her neck
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And with the piercing knowledge
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That she will never come back
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But she is still alone
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Waiting for death to lead her home
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A life without breathing without crieing
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Sleeping without silence in her heart
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Always searching always crawling
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Her feet become cold, the symptoms start
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Her short, quiet sobs noone can hear
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Everything changes into a terrible fear
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Promised was peace and eternal silence
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Her release from her tries to blast the wall
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Her release from ignore and disregard
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Her release from reaching nothing at all
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Knowledge of the riddles in her past
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Wisdom about everything that is
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Her desire for a helping hand
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Her wish for an unambicious kiss
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Her desire for truthness
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And for a real warm heat
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Her wish for a knife to cut the rope
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And for something to warm her feet
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But she is still alone
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And there¢¥s no death to lead her home
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A sudden movement - neverending
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Her last hope terribly dies
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A short moment filled with panic
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But she still can¢¥t close her eyes
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And with the last sound of this song
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Her very last breath has been done
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She
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| Another Tale |
