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Just like oil on canvass…
Touch of red, mostly black…
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from you…

Weeps… shadow…
Cries … sparkle…
“She sleeps, she sleeps…”

Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being his…

Now she is like a torn flower,
Alone…

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone…

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