As I looked into the vase,
I saw the lily wilt,
for in the reflection I saw her face-
ridden and struck with guilt.
Each petal fell like a tear from her eye,
and as the flower lost its luster,
I sat in anguish, praying, and yet God gave no reply-
for he could not find the words to muster.
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