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About This Poem
The widow
She sits alone
Though family around
She sees without seeing,
Hears not a sound.
Her darling has left
To go to a higher plain
She held his hand
Throughout the pain
She knows that its cruel
To want someone to return
Not to the pain
But to her heart she does yearn
"Why did you leave me"
In her anguish she cries, but
His clock had run out
Was his time to die.
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