Oh pretty girl, O pretty pretty girl,
I did not even recognize your face.
Your curly black locks were all out of place.
Your body is severed, I can't help but stare,
Your life was unknown until they found you there.
Oh lovely lady, O lovely lovely lady,
A lady of life, a caged bird you were,
Were you really deserving all the torture you endured?
Your killer he loved you, before and after you died,
When I read your story, tears filled in my eyes.
Oh beautiful soul, O beautiful beautiful soul,
A life that was robbed of the proper renownd,
If you had lived, maybe a queen you'd been crowned.
Your longing eyes haunt, your face so pretty,
All that seek your mystery are overcome with pity.
Oh dark day, O dark dark day,
I am sure your mother cried down inside,
For the loss of the light of her life had died.
Your father felt bad, he had kicked you out,
Because you stayed out late and liked drinks that were stout.
Oh lost lady, O lost lost lady,
Will we solve the crime and give justice it's due?
Will we hear your story and live life anew?
Will we remember you years after your story is solved?
Will the light in your eyes be our eternal resolve?
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