Some said: "all beauty must die"
For all goodness is fated to end
Then, grieving, I dare to ask: "why?"
This world is dark, I won't pretend
Maybe this angel wanted to fly
No one will never know for sure
To us, all that is left, is to cry
But our memories of her will endure
She was bright, alive, like a flame
Always shining like a star she went
But her light faded, what a shame
The air is now deprived from her scent
The world is now even more lame
Because she left, without our consent
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