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| She awakes in the morning to find him gone Once more her love is away She waits, as she has before For his return one day The days pass by slowly The winter sun is dim Time does not concern her For her thoughts are with him He has done battle many times before She keeps faith he will return To love him is not an easy charge But only he makes her heart burn ~April |
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| "By that sin fell the angels" ~Shakespeare |
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| Alone in the bitter cold the celtic widow begins to weep Gone forever is her love; along with her heart to keep She turns to the heavens with sorrowful mourn Her cries display a heart that is torn She can't bear the thought that they shall never again meet So she prays that to heaven's gate soon her soul will greet ~April |
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