She's Gone Forever
February 29, that fateful day
When death told her he'd not delay:
The hour conceived, the second planned
with my sisters life in his morbid hand.
He could have passed her by
He had no right to hurriedly close each pretty eye
And so my darling had to die.
I'll never forget that ghastly scene
Within that morgue where I'd been...
Her hair was soft and frosty cold
Over an angelic face, that never grew old.
I caressed her tenderly and shouted Pamela!
Someone held me tight and pulled me away,
But I wish he had never
For I might have stayed with her forever.
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