The Width Of Her Devotion

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Lonely is the lady at the window

Forever gazing out to sea

Wondering if her love will ever be

Widowed to the crowds outside

Crushed by the weight of her emotion

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Her lips long for the contact

That the ocean cruelly deprives her of

But the hope sustains her breath

Hope her love will return from beyond the horizon

So she keeps her eyes locked upon the distant sea

And every time a ships comes in she runs to the dock

To no avail – his ship has yet to sail in

But her heart refuses to fail her

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Forever more will the lady wait there

Brushing her hair each day

Wondering if her love will ever be

Widowed for all to see

But countless is – the width of her devotion...

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