The gun was handed to me On a silver platter Why couldn't poeple see What was the matter The light reflects off the silver The shining light so bright You don't even see her Going dark and now it's night The gun is all that's left now The story is finally done It tells all about how Her fight could not be wonBirth sign: Not entered
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