She was born as the first of you –
– she was the first of you to die…
…almost too early…
She was like a flower, that had to grow too fast
She was like the butterfly, that never could fly
She was the wind, that wanted to be a storm
– but nearly touched your cheek
She was the music, that should have been played
– but nearly touched your ears
She was the dance, that should have been danced
– but nearly touched your hands
She was the colour, that should have been seen
– but nearly touched your eyes
She was the mother, that should have been there
– but nearly touched her childrens minds
She was the one that always touched everyone
– however she was as crazy as all of you!
… she left her mark inside…
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