She walks down the street
Confidence, head high
Firmly on her own feet
Strong enough to fly
He cracks a joke
Smiles and winks
He's already broke
Dead as a sphinx
They meet, greet
Souls find peace
Until the disease
Her eyes vacant
Her head low
Death sentence blatant
The end slow
He loses his smile
He grows weak
Becomes hostile
The future bleak
They wail, they fail
Souls know no peace
After the disease
She walks the street
Head hung low
Love was fleet
Death the foe
He lies below stone
Never to kiss her again
He left her alone
With the demons of her brain
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