Anya
I've never really met her,
but she has gone.
She has gone.
Pristine poetry
and a harmless joke.
She has gone.
She has gone.
Her heart bears
the quality of oak.
She has gone.
She has gone.
I can never forget her.
She has gone.
She has gone.
She just flew off,
and God let her.
We are one.
We are one.