Shining around on the dead body was the shroud,
The sword of the enemies has passed through his chest out loud,
Now he is lying dead upon the soil,
And yes, now, thousand swords move through her heart to and fro,
But her feelings for him are such that even death couldn't spoil,
Though his dead body in front of her left her soul turmoil
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