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One lost soul,
of one fair maiden,
from bonny blue eyes,
to ash gray.
Her heart to coal,
she want not care,
from golden locks,
to dull blond hair.
No more sorrow,
no more cries,
Because of the touch,
dipped in so many lies.
With a dagger that cut,
more than flesh deep.
Till she could laugh no more.
She couldn't even weep.
That one touch.
that touch of frost,
she didn't know,
how much she lost.
So now she waits,
sitting alone.
waiting for a soul,
a soul of her own.