The rain fell onto the snowy road
She kept on racing along
Snow and water meld as she rode
Into a sheet of black ice
Her lack of winter tires
Her speedy sensation
To reach the one she desires
Send the car spinning out
The speeding, spinning, moving car
Approaches the next lane
And hits the father
On the way home to his wife
The two cars have now collide
Metal wrapped around metal
This would not be a free ride
It will cost them both their lives
Their sufferings not yet over
They fly to the guard rails
And sail over cliffs the size of
And reach the ground in a great hurry
Their breathing has not yet stopped
They rest at the bottom battered and torn
In a scene that could have only been photo shopped
The cars have started to flame
They were trapped on the inside
And they screamed for an end
With the ghost standing beside
They stood and watched the two of them die
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