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The river flows a crimson red

All hopes and dreams, she was mislead

To believe the truths so unreal

Bound and beaten her heart cant heal

Alone inside, she shivers cold

No one around for her to hold

Bleeding and bruised she's slouched on the ground

Crying she calls out into the nightless sound

Little hope she dies inside

Nothing left, for they all lied

Gave her thoughts of love and dreams

But now she knows nothings what it seems

Her screams turn to a quite moan

To the city around her pain is unknown

She lays still thing wont be like before

For she lays sleeping forever more.