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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