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Who had a selfish father and a careless mother,
She felt really sorry for not having a guide,
Always worried and seeking a place to ride,
All the glory by a way or another.
But when her dreams turned into nightmares,
When she realised that no one cares,
She had to leave all the right ways,
And wrote a letter to the devil.
Waiting for his reply,
He came from a mile,
Wearing a smile,
And the suit of her lover.
He whispered softly in her ear,
"Oh, my precious little dear,
"Only fear would wipe your tear,
"But you must die to live better!"
Then he took a knife and stabbed her chest,
That took her life before the rest,
"I do regret", that’s what she said,
"To let the worst take all my best"
God bless her soul; she tried her all,
But that’s the end of the living dead.