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Fading to black

Her mournful sobs doth echo in the night,
While the crickets sing hymns of travesty;
Her heartbeat faltering like the fading light
For your affection, her soul’s thirsty.
Then the church bell starts tolling death.
Alone in the dark, she was shivering.
Cursed she was, her illness was not a myth.
Doom her life met, she was withering.

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