She is on fire
What word? yes, dire
Her pains have flown away
Off to fight another day
Well, to think! it's now or never
But able are we to save her?
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Admit to yourself, she was real, but she, not even... ethereal
She's not real.
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Control yourself
You'll make it through
Control yourself
You've no time due
Unless you do
Is nothing new?
Ach!
The last goes down to drink and what you find?
Her planes, they did not fly away
Yet still can fight another day
She'll do so, too; oh, God is kind