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Beneath the lone quaint pine tree Lays the fair Bernadette -with eyes filled with sorrow & regret- With floral in her hair, she serenades With tales of poignant tragedy These memories of my wounds at hand they won't pass away IVE DIED WITHIN YOUR WORDS (your words, they hurt, I caná¢t disregard this pain) thousand conversations as time moves on Ill [bad word] this blade as long as pain is found THERE'S NOTHING LEFT