I knew a girl

with icy blue eyes and dark hair,

her voice a bit hoarse and skin so white
like the lily’s next to my grandmothers deathbed.

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she makes them cry, like I said before:
don’t go, don’t follow, don’t leave, don’t trust

no worries, only those dark long lashes – too late,
I’ve warned them before, but now it’s just too late.

I see it in their eyes, they wanna run
but they can’t, they can’t run anymore
when she destroys their world, they had it coming -

she has been a dream since birth who could conquer everything.

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