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She stood like a statue of ice
Drops melting from her eyes
As she reached for my hand
Her lips whispered, "Save me"

My mind grew too cold to care
Feet moving quickly to leave
Until her love no longer sings
And my heart misses a beat

Finally realizing my big mistake
Looking back I sprint with haste
But she is nowhere to be found
All that remains is a pool of tears