It was the color she wore,
The white gown that fell around her like a comfortable second skin.
It was the way her a hair flew in the wind of the great ebony sky,
The way her porcelin skin would make her shine in the dark night.
It was the blue of her eyes, like the ocean she stood above that lonley night.
It was her red pouting lips that would complete a face that is so much beauty.
The face that would have caught every man's eye,
If only....
If only she wouldn't have jumped.
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