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Evehr
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The simplicity of her smile diluted the sun
who knew joy could be a disease?
Spreading like an epidemic,
until the stars surrounded her, pure glee.
The presence of her soul was easily detected, is easily detected.
Her disease still spreads throughout, will never leave.
And from her, we all become contagious
though it's something you want to catch, to be.
When you see the presence of this lively sick,
Turn your head to the heavens, and you'll see
she's looking down, preventing the cure
for the cure is sadness, we can't cure this disease.
The whole world will catch it
spreading from her, to you, to me.
I'm planning on reading this at my friend's funeral.
Thank you for your input.
who knew joy could be a disease?
Spreading like an epidemic,
until the stars surrounded her, pure glee.
The presence of her soul was easily detected, is easily detected.
Her disease still spreads throughout, will never leave.
And from her, we all become contagious
though it's something you want to catch, to be.
When you see the presence of this lively sick,
Turn your head to the heavens, and you'll see
she's looking down, preventing the cure
for the cure is sadness, we can't cure this disease.
The whole world will catch it
spreading from her, to you, to me.
I'm planning on reading this at my friend's funeral.
Thank you for your input.