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That girl sitting there
Such a beautiful tragedy
Her body her grave
Her mind is a travesty
You take me by the hand
and lead me to the
edge of ecstasy.
But you don't just push me over.
That would be too easy.
You convince me to j
                                      u
                       ­                  m
                                              p
with the promise that you'll be
there to catch me.
By the time I crash to the ground
you're  l     o     n     g   gone.

— The End —