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She was prettier than all the rest
With hair dancing upon the breezes
That was as black as light can conceive
She ran upon the grass barefoot
And all the Gods did come to look
To see her dance upon the ground
But not a sound, no music found
For something seemed so very sad
In everything she said and had
Like a little butterfly in the night
No words of rhyme could ever feel
What beauty lost and hate did steal
Symbols of a race and clan
Shadows that erase the hand
Blood and death upon the land
Meaningless to all, but man