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What's your Pleasure?

A tragic loss in water wading, she washed upon the shore.
The life within her eyes was fading, a breath to breath no more.
Pictures of her life unveiled
Her life unfolded, then she sailed
Through sorrow's tears and happy years
She knocked upon the door..

"What's your pleasure, sweet young miss?"
Death said with gleaming eyes

"One last kiss, immortal please, then I'll pretend to die"

He granted this last wish with ease,
She welcomed in this gentle breeze
Another dance, fates circumstance
She hears her mother cry

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