Thursday 13 March 2008 photo 2/2
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She lay in her bed She’s tiny Even smaller than she was before She knows her last day has come But she’s not afraid No, instead she looking forward Forward to see the famous light The light everyone’s talking about She sees a shadow It’s not a body but still a shadow Something It’s dark This isn’t a light She gets scared She don’t want to It has cold eyes It forces her to come Why her? She don’t want to This isn’t what she thought This isn’t light This is death
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