Tragedy Strikes

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The sky is red, the ground is white,

No stars are twinkling tonight.

The bird is big, the tree is tall,

The flowers are so very small.

Footsteps echo, cats screech,

I sit hereof a lengthy beach.

The wind is quiet, the water still,

I wander up a sandy hill.

A shadow is there, I whisper, "Shush,"

I think it is my secret crush.

My voice carries and I say,

"What are you doing here this day?"

He turns around and looks at me,

His shining eyes are all I see.

He smiles at me and I smile back,

I fall down dead from a heart attack.

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