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If i die in summer

If one bright morning

With the birds singing happily

And the rays warming everyone’s hearts

You hear of a gory tale

Of one who gave up on life

As she drank poison

Stabbed herself with a pair of scissors

And hung herself in her room,

i hope you’d not give up on yours.

she had to escape from life

And that was her way of running away

And if by chance she succeeded,

Please be happy

For she is finally free.