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Alone Just Growing Old The widowed virgin Strips her empty bed and cries For children only born within her mind The angry ache of absence long upon her lies Reducing dreams to nightmares, sight to blind He left her Long before she felt the weight of love She waited Through a patient summer, cold A letter came The hero fell The earth does move And she's all alone just growing old |
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