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Dead by April
I died before April
I died before I knew how to ride a bike
I was young
Not yet ten
Sorrow washed thorough my mother, father, sister
One faithful semi
My ball had rolled onto the street
Collision
The last thing I saw was two shining headlights
The last thing I heard was my final heartbeat
I was dead by April
I died before I knew how to ride a bike
I was young
Not yet ten
Sorrow washed thorough my mother, father, sister
One faithful semi
My ball had rolled onto the street
Collision
The last thing I saw was two shining headlights
The last thing I heard was my final heartbeat
I was dead by April
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