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A beauty wilts,
a beauty dies,
and up to heaven,
that beauty flies.

The beauty is gone,
and everyone cries.
No one was ready
for final goodbyes.

Now the beauty is an Angel
Only in heaven does she hide.
As we down here,
sit teary eyed.

Aimee wilted
Aimee died
but now she’s free from pain
she left with peace, in mind.

- Amy Woods