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Her lonely heart weeps with anticipation
As she talks to the spirit of the lover she once knew
Confused but jubilant she’s going with peace
Content but disheartened, we wait in tears
Don’t cry for me, she says, for I won’t be far
Wails of loneliness heard all through the night
Cries for her late lover they are
Missing him so, she’s more than willing to go
It’s time to grasp hold of dear memories for life
And to let her lonely soul, go in the night
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