Her eyes were red, here dress was torn
She raised her head an wached with scorn
the wind blew on the hilltop
For though it was a pretty sight
the sky and felt her heart stop
She cursed the sky of all her might
and should have brought her glee As she launched herself into mid air
and all because of me
My fingers through your golden hair
she must have seen below
and granted us true love She stood beside my bed last night
Her slender hand upon my chest
The tears had washed all anger from her sight
into my spirit's nest
She gently gazed with eyes so bright
her heart had found its final rest
to tell me no one lost the fight As she launched herself into mid air
though we both tried our best
she must have seen below
My fingers through your golden hair
and granted us true love.
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