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“Killing Me Softly” by the Fugees
Giselle is lost, that’s what they say, while I,
Lay in the abandoned pool, head bent.
I hum tunes here, no water brims; he died.
Thinking back; laughing at time’s memories spent.
Giselle, love! His sweet words still kill softly;
His gentle touch perceived pain, strummed music.
His guitar played songs we wove, sunken softly,
Water and tears drown, kisses, lyrics.
Nights under stars where our voices blended,
Giselle he moaned, as we mixed our sound.
But he’s gone; that truth pummels without end;
A love of teenage madness; our ship downed.
Killing me softly, he’s gone but I’m here;
Flushed with regret’s knife, he’s no longer near.
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