to much
To much to soon
Greed I guess
Unforeseen doom
That won't be missed
There was a time
When he would phone
Her eyes would shine
True love was shown
It was her life
Some ways still is
She's filled with strife
His love so missed
But life goes on
And this she sees
That way is gone
She now is free
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