She had the look of an angel, her beauty was beauteous for all to see.
She lived a bit on the wild side,
This is how she had died.
Anyone who knew her, said she was lovely, anyone would of agreed.
She was beauteous for all to see.
That night, something wasn't right.
She didn't even put up a fight.
Her loss, was everything to some.
Her loss, was everything to one.
She aged with such grace.
A beauteous woman with a beautiful face.
Love was supposed to make her happy.
Love was supposed to set her free.
To many dark secrets, to hold in her mind.
Beautifully frantic, a history of horrors left behind.
She aged with such grace.
A beauteous woman with a beautiful face.
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