Hospital beds come to quickly these days.
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I saw her just lay there fighting for her last look at love.
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All she wanted was to see beauty in her existence.
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She never knew.
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Death came like a thief to break her free,
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and carry her to life.
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It stole her from all that she loved
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and saved her from what could have come.
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After all of this I know
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she saw a door standing open,
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with lights and jewels and fields forever,
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let her braid a flower in her hair
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She never knew she would see you this soon.
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Lights And Jewels
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| Mourning September |
