Her hair was gold
Limp
Entwined in hands
Where blood ran cold
Eyes open but not seeing
Looking at them
As they were told
That she would never live to grow grey and old
-Anonymous (circa 1900)

Her hair was gold
Limp
Entwined in hands
Where blood ran cold
Eyes open but not seeing
Looking at them
As they were told
That she would never live to grow grey and old
-Anonymous (circa 1900)
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