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I saw her walk through the cold chamber She was wearing her old pretty dress Her face was pale, she looked so sullen I'm seeing her ghost again, I guess She has long past died and I knew it I guess I just can't move on, Oh why? Mourning so deeply full of sorrow I ask Thee, "Why does she have to die?" I still remember the olden days When I had held her close in my arms And I could feel her breathe securely I know she feels safe from any harm But why, my dearest love, oh why? Why leave me here broken and alone? Is this a dejavu, I'm grievous Grief-stricken, because of you I moan -harllynne-
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
Why My Dearest Love
I saw her walk through the cold chamber She was wearing her old pretty dress Her face was pale, she looked so sullen I'm seeing her ghost again, I guess She has long past died and I knew it I guess I just can't move on, Oh why? Mourning so deeply full of sorrow I ask Thee, "Why does she have to die?" I still remember the olden days When I had held her close in my arms And I could feel her breathe securely I know she feels safe from any harm But why, my dearest love, oh why? Why leave me here broken and alone? Is this a dejavu, I'm grievous Grief-stricken, because of you I moan -harllynne-
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harllynne
21/F/Philippines
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
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