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Shes pouring whiskey
In a deep dark glass,
Shes waiting for her husband
But many days have past,
She got no letters
Not even a call,
Now she cries to pictures
Hanging on the walls.
Too many days passed
And they declared him dead,
Now she stands in the graveyard
With these words in her hand,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Here lies and empty coffin just to fill the rut.
No one knows where she went next
But her house burnt down,
They searched the woods and everywhere,
When they found her she had a cold dead stare,
She was covered in mud and covered in blood,
She stabbed herself in the heart out of love,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Theres one empty coffin and another from love.
Blaine McCanless
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