She is the prettiest girl
Nothing would ever change that
It was a new place
And the sun rose above the mountains.
Locals covered the eyes of children
And Christian women cursed;
Something about this girl
Cast a shadow over the world.
Down at the Lakeview Cafe
Where the tips were generous
People caressed their cups
And spoke of that girl.
The clouds hinted snowfall.
"Dead," they say.
"Probably not an accident."
A single snowflake landed.
If it could, her blood would tingle.
She was the prettiest girl.
Nothing could ever change that.
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