Depart
Thunder rolls as trouble tolls and anger floods on in.
Rain pours down, i see you frown, your soul shakes from within.
Trouble deep as a widows sleep, who cant control her lost passion.
The harp will play, Hark! Hail to the new day!
her heart is without compassion.
I hear her cry, heavy let her sigh, with a grief stricken heart her kids will die.
as will i,
but she no less will never.
Depart, depart,
i knew you not!
Tis my head that you would sever.
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