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I once loved a girl

  And she loved me,

But the time was not right

  For our love to be.

I loved this girl

  Yet I watched her die,

And now when alone

  I always ask why.

I held her close

  And felt her last breath,

I tried to save her

  But what she wanted was death.

And so now my life

  Is an endless search,

To find some meaning,

  To find some worth.