He slipped in through the crack in the door, a shadow in the moonlight floating in from the window. She lay there, pale in the dim light, limp hand resting on her forgotten book. He stood beside her, and gazed down at her. Her hair was tangled, splayed across her pillow, her lips slightly open.
He leaned down, and gently kissed her tearstained cheek. Then, quickly as he had come, he was gone, no more than a fading memory.
Already born, already died
It's already happened
We're just a bit off today
Already lived, already loved
It's all been decided
We're just behind schedule
Who'll hit it lucky, whose time to go
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