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…

16/9 -02

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