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The Maiden
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La Vie En RoseBy Louis Armstrong  |
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
She lay there, eyes closed in a deep slumber. I could bearly recognise her. The pale face bore no resemblance to her once rosy cheeks, and her brightly painted lips looked almost artificial. Her usual jovial self was replaced by one so cold, so souless, she was nothing more than a life-size doll. I stepped up close, and watched her ernestly, waiting for her lips to part yet again into that familiar smile, and her tightly-shut eyes to regain their sparkle and shine. Yet she lay on, eyes closed and heart oblivious to my desperate pleas.
The maiden spoke at 8:18 PM
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