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Sheena Blackhall
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Came like a sunburst on the dew
Many around to love him
Life before, an innocent babe
No need to curb or chide him
This shining boy as he rose and grew
Met dragons who would destroy him
Gone, like a Mayfly passing through
With nobody there beside him
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