Tears Rolled Down her Face

Draped in black,

Holding a crimson rose in hand,

She looks out the window,

And says a silent prayer.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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Ushered out of her room,

Led down the winding stairs,

Followed by a group of young children,

Holding lighted candles in their hands.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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The people came from their houses,

And joined her march,

As she solemnly walked

To the land of the souls.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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Followed closely behind,

By a great black box,

Trimmed in bronze and silver,

Inscribed with a name.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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She arrived at a field,

-dotted with stones-

And stopped at a hole,

Vacant and dark.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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The box was laid in,

And covered with dirt.

The grass was replaced,

And the crowd disappeared.

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And the tears rolled down her face.

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She knelt near the hole,

And kissed the stone,

Dropping the dark red rose,

For her farewell to life.

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And the tears rolled down her face.