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THERE IN THE DESERT HILLS WHERE NOTHING OR

ANYONE FOR SO LONG HAD COME TO LIVED,

RESIDES THIS VERY SAD AND BEAUTIFUL STRANGER,

FOR SO LONG SHE WAITS, WAITS FOR SOMEBODY WHO NOW

LIVES ONLY IN HER MIND,

SOMEWHERE LIKE A MEMORY OF A DREAM.



A BIG FROWN IS NOW CROSSING HER UNLINED, SWEET

AND PRETTY FACE,

AS NOTHING IS HAPPENING ALL HER DREAMS ARE SHATTERED.

SHE GUESSES THAT THE LOVE OF HER LIFE, IS REALLY

NEVER COMING BACK, NEVER BACK TO HER.



AS SHE SEES THE HOURS SITTING IN HER ROCKING CHAIR,

TURNING INTO DAYS, AND THE DAYS INTO NIGHTS, WHOLE

TURNING OF SUDDEN INTO YEARS.

HOPELESS DARKNESS CAME TO HER INSTEAD OF HER BLACK

KNIGHT'S LOVE AND HIS RETURN.



SO SHE STARTS TO CRY IN DEEP DISPAIR,

FOR ALL THAT SHE CAN'T HAVE ANYMORE AND SHE HAS

LOST.

HE'S GONE FOR SURE AND FOREVER.

NOTHING CAN EVER BRING HIM BACK, FROM WHERE HIS

BURIAL MOUND SITS AND WITHSTANDS ALL THE RAVISHES OF

TIME.



BUT EVERYWHERE SHE ONLY SEES HIM,

BUT NOBODY IS REALLY THERE, ONLY HER BLACK KNIGHT,

HER GHOST.

AND WHERE ONCE LIVED HAPPINESS, AND WERE ONLY SUNNY

DAYS,

IT'S JUST NOW RAINY DAYS AND DARKNESS TAKING HER BREATH

AND TEARS AWAY.

CLUTCHING AT HER BREAST, SHE STILL HOLDS ALL HER RED

ROSES DEAD.



WHILE SHE KNOWS THAT STILL SHE HOLDS THAT GOLDEN

LITTLE BOX,

FULL OF SAD AND HAPPY DAYS AND SONGS,TO KEEP HER

WARM,

FOR THE REST OF HER DAYS SHE HAS ALL THOSE NICE

MEMORIES OF HIM, AND THE REST IS JUST REGRETS!



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