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Laying beneath,

the crimson moon.

I feel death,

and it's coming soon.

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The crimson moon,

it tells no lies.

As I lay here motionless,

saying my last good-byes.

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The pain is too unbearable,

knowing we're apart,

under the crimson moon,

it just breaks my heart.

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This is my final moment,

never thought it'd be so soon,

that I would lay here broken,

under the crimson moon.



~*~ Jill ~*~