| «Pale is the canvas
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| Dust-filled lies the brush
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| She sees no point nor has a reason
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| The old instruments untouched
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| She used to fondly paint the stars
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| and frame the firmaments
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| But when he travelled far away
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| She lost all will to live»
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| That morning you won’t forget
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| Filled with mourning
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| Equal anger and words of regret
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| Inside, a foul tempest storming
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| Tried to endure those endless tears
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| Those torrents so painful
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| Colossal cries piercing the silence
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| Fading to nothing, only solitude
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| Grieving! |
| Bereaving!
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| Yearning! |
| Forever!
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| Broken! |
| Despondent!
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| Crestfallen! |
| Eternally!
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| My beloved husband lies in the ground
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| A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust
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| My betrothed for all eternity is no more
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| Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost
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| Night of peace, morning of despair
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| No comfort, no words of solace
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| Given or spoken, no one was there
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| «Till death do us part» was the promise
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| In an instant you are left alone
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| Forever in solitude
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| Memories speaks in your home
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| Whispers of solitude
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| There is no relief amongst your weeping
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| Only loss of endurance and pain
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| There is no relief amongst your weeping
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| Only loss of endurance and ache
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| Grieving! |
| Bereaving!
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| Yearning! |
| Forever!
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| Broken! |
| Despondent!
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| Crestfallen! |
| Eternally!
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| My beloved husband lies in the ground
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| A cold shell, an empty vessel carrying dust
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| My betrothed for all eternity is no more
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| Elation is forlorn, my will to live is lost |