When a shy person dies

She loved art And she breathed And ate And slept art And she radiated art And art was her life And we All loved her One hundred percent And every Girl Was her Best friend And the priest Doing the funeral Hadn't met her. But her parents Paid him like he had. And they told the priest "She loved art And she breathed And ate And slept art. And she radiated art. And art was her life." And so that was what he Told the Congregation. But when A quiet person like her Dies No one ever finds out That she Hated art But In fact She loved Forensic Science.

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