A voice was whistling in the wind,
Something I have never heard before.
A small mumbling sound came from behind the door.
She was beautiful, with a voice of an angel, but wild as hell.
In a dark hole she fell.
She had appeared out of nowhere.
With cold, dark eyes, came this long blank stare.
Alone she stood, dressed to kill.
If nobody approaches her, then I will.
I followed her to the hole that she had come from.
Above the darkness came the sun.
There was a bright light and out of nowhere she was gone.
The lyrics were playing, it was the same sounds that she had sung.
It was her song.
Maybe her ugliness goes away,
From the beauty in her voice.
To each their own, to each their choice.
The ugliness within the beauty was in her voice.
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