Cursed to live alone,
To always walk amongst dead,
And live without love.
Dull chocolate eyes,
Jet-black hair flows in the breeze,
Beauty in herself.
Cold to enemies,
But gives love to the children,
Not corrupt nor saint.

Cursed to live alone,
To always walk amongst dead,
And live without love.
Dull chocolate eyes,
Jet-black hair flows in the breeze,
Beauty in herself.
Cold to enemies,
But gives love to the children,
Not corrupt nor saint.
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