She lays here weeping
Silently pretending to sleep
She bids farewell
Adieu to this keep
Slowly She awakes with but a tear in her eye
The fighting is over and crying done
A fleeting dream never realized
Just Slowly wishing him to die
He comes home once again
Another hit from his hand
She falls and cannot stand
He then falls to the floor
She now suffers no more
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