Snippet Song
Like the cherry blossoms pink and white, like the snow-flakes on a warm spring day, all memory of Samantha Wright has vanished, melted, blown away.
Sometimes I hear the melodies but sorrow and sadness harmonize extinguishing old flames of gold and I plod on with downcast eyes.
That sweet dream: lost. It's rent and gone. A smile adorns the fairest face but now a scowl is in its place. A star-filled sky – oh how they shone.
Outside, this beauteous summer night the snippets sing on laden twigs; their song is carefree, apropos: farewell to death's unholy glow.
snippers used: flames of gold; death's unholy glow; oh how they shone; adorns the fairest face; that sweet dream; with downcast eyes; all memory of; like the snow-flakes; this beauteous summer night; on laden twigs; sorrow and sadness; hear the melodies. Not in order.
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