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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #1750937

A short poem about a dead girl

She wondered why,
As she flew by,
Why they cried
When she died

All the people,
All her friends,
Gathered round
And tied loose ends

The crowd shrinks;
The ghost stays;
She thinks all night
And prays all day

She wondered why,
As she flew by,
Why she died
And made them cry
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