Mouners all iin black
wailing because they lose a gem
and consoling his widow.
the only sound in the atmosphere,
Was only that of wailing
hundreds of people came
Just to console the widow
But to there utmost suprise,
she is nowhere to be found
Behold, she was on the mountain top
But her face lost
All they could see
Was just the shadow of the widow
there i stood
Ransacking the whole building
For the widow of the desceased
But what i could see on the mountain
Was two shadows.
One of a man, and the other, of a woman
There the body of the widow stood
Face lost, heart torned out
Dead already, but standing
With the help of her husband
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