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Painted bronze, with flecks of gold
Hidden deep, her tale, untold
Fiery hair, though life is cold
Her dreams, so oft, are nightmares
Eyes closed tightly, the world unseen
Most around her, repulsive, mean
In this place, she contravenes
Reality faltering, unawares
Though truth will never find its path
Lost forever, in the aftermath
Of evil, sinners, she feels their wrath
No love, no heart, no cares
Grieving, the past, it’s plain to see
There’s nothing there, her soul, empty
The Fates have blocked her destiny
They leave her, with unanswered prayers
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