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The Widow
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Dark As hope turns its shoulder
and the wise have gotten older
No one can catch my lies
As the cold gets colder
the silence gets bolder
my heart has just left you to die
for my Spring to begin
your Fall must end
and our Winters be burned alive
As the dark gets darker
and our lives get harder
You have failed to notice the signs
May my love be your death
I shall take your last breath
as though it had always been mine
