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a marble portrait of alluring innocence.

Beauty untouched by evil,

assaulting my senses with ravenous dissonance.

Lilliana, the picture of purity,

absolved of all things unclean.

The gentle visions of her faded into obscurity,

she fell into despair's ravine.

The curse of sadness was far too strong,

the brilliance of her soul was already gone.

Dear Lilliana, a blooming rose in a sea of thorns,

the icy depths of sorrow, her soul was forlorn.

Such a marvelous display of the world's illustrious light,

lost in the malicious sea of scornful night.

Her brilliant shine was stolen from her loving caress,

her heart and joy were cruelly laid to rest.

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