There she stood, as he knew she would.
Looking more beautiful than any woman should.
Soft but troubled were her brown eyes.
A woman no man could despise.
Behind her trailed her red hair.
What would happen next, he could not bare.
She started to wade into the green, blue sea.
Weighed down by her troubles, that would not flee.
She began to sink, down and down.
With a look of despair in her sad frown.
It was her choice, she wanted to drown.
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