[Taylor]: 628.Poetry.Sav
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Wishing sweet nothings, that will never be
She's still not sure of the sadness that comes from within
Hoping that the night will put her fears to rest
The moon peaks out to say goodbye
the sound of the wind gives a subtle gasp
The memories of you she can't ignore
as the water swept her off her feet
Now the night shall be her keeper
No one could help save the life of Annabelle.