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A blue girl sat by the river red.
Suppressed feelings ran wild inside her head.
As she cried, from a wound she bled.
The essence of life flowed with strife.
Self inflicted from her crimson knife.
She is lost eternal from my life.
I saw her last night under the blue moon light.
Her melancholy smile upon her white-crested face.
Her funeral dress, her hair of black lace.
Now soaked in a red depression, her life a waste.
As I sit her now with a tearful eye.
In my own strange way i say goodbye.
Crimson tears flow down my arm.
From a razor, a flowing river of red that causes no harm.
Her love and life, I could not save.
As I bury my heart within her grave.