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Her life is gone over the ridge.
In the end, it was all pain and grief.
Harmony deserts, her sleep slid,
Cycling mind keeps her eyelid rigid.
For a little bit of work for relief
She'd drive over that rickety bridge
in the snow to find herself.
In her lost love, she's bereaved.
She had lived in many a fitful brief
for far too long on this lonely shelf.
But, in a rise in life, she believes.
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