PERFUME (E A D G B E)
What can we do? Who can we talk to? She’s only young.
She smelled like rain. We named her perfume. And it poured all night.
It made us sad. She was too beautiful. It could never last. They would eat her alive.
We made a choice. And she went quietly.
Now I hear her voice almost every time it rains.
What can we do? Where is the prize?
Like day becomes night. Now I know it comes at a price.
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