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That lady I knew she died one day they took away her body and soul today no one remembers what a beauty she was they dont remember. They dont remember. They dont remember simply because the length of time it took to die has clouded her image its the reason why her dimples and smile and long blonde hair were forgotten, pushed aside replaced by a squeaky wheelchair she was mystified by a blossom's life a butterfly's wings a preacher's wife her love came from compassion gracefully passed down she lived each day for those who needed her around now she lays in a bed of daisies the kind she liked to place in her hair her smile is gone her souls not there a life, a legacy faded out over time she sat in a well lit corner mumbling proverbs and rhymes her accidents cleaned up her face wiped clean strangers tucking her in at night her life nothing but a forgotten dream yet she lays in a bed of daisies the kind he picked for her the kind that no other man alive would know about he worshipped her a life, a legacy faded over time she ended life in a well lit corner with the comfort of remembered proverbs and rhymes the family weeps for the sins unsung the time they let slip away because of things that needed done money to be made, and diapers to change tuck her away from all the grief and the pain yet forgotten is not what she ever thought would be to sit in her well lit corner with no one to listen to who she used to be the history she has made the history she has seen was more than anything we have ever hoped to be yet the well lit corner is the safest place to end this legacy, this life her smile, that man now she lays in a bed of daisies the tears and petals fall the family that relied upon her love forgot her after all but she worshipped them and knew they'd come to see her life, her legacy the woman she used to be has now faded over time waiting in a well lit corner with only the comfort of remembered proverbs and rhymes 
author: Kristen Gustavsen
designer: Matte Elsbernd
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