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Eternal beauty was in the sunshine that bears her name.
A scent of a rose that she carried in shame.
I painted her whispers on the door where she came.
When she left me there, all I could feel is the rain.
Washing over my face to hide the teardrops of pain.
I could feel in my heart I would never be the same. Eternal beauty in the sunshine that bears her name.
A touch of sunlight faded, never to shine again.
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