Yellow hair, green eyes
What a beautiful little surprise
Olive skin, round face
Tiny body wrapped in lace
Blue skin, something is wrong
Why is her breath gone?
Rush for help, someone to care
For what is broken beyond repair
White flowers cover the grave
A sea of black, a cold dark wave
Pink roses and a fuschia gown
Broken earth in shades of brown
Orange leaves float down softly
On soil churned like coffee
Tints of purple in the mist
Mother and Father pray and wish
As Heaven and earth mourn
For the girl who was just born
Rain pours around them all
Have you ever seen a coffin so small?
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