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From the heavens above came this child,
Her voice was soft and mild,
She is in our thoughts,
She fought,
For others,
Whose blood spilled in the gutters,
Her and her lover,
Who were parted,
Before their love had hardly started,
An angel, a saint, a rejoicing fairy,
Aerith Gainsborough........................ |
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Its hardly embarrasing to almost cry when u witnace the death of an ancient whose past is twisted and broken, and who had little but her friends....... I think its evil, a sin, for this to happen..... may Sephiroth burn in hell.......... sorry.... i'm related to her so......................*down seph down*** please look around at the chapel made in memory of the ancient, AERITH GAINSBOROUGH...................=^-^= |
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