| R. Williams
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| A widow dreams of her fallen angel
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| The broken branch, an empty manger
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| A widow dreams of her life with the savior
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| Falls to her kneew and begs for more
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| But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
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| Shadows cast upon her fading hope to be
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| A virgin widow walks through lanes of memory
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| Invokes the past, that it might save her
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| An aging widow weeps and turns towards the wall
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| Voices shout out names of those she can’t recall
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| A widow dreams of sons, of daughter
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| Endless nights spent in silent slaughter
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| Endless nights sent in silent slaughter
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| A widow dreams of love lost or thrown away
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| Searching for the light of the day that might relieve her
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| A widow dreams of her fallen angel
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| A broken heart, no memory can save her
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| A widow looks upon her eyeless saviour
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| Begs for the strength to end it all
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| But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
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| No hope of finding mercy in theis entity
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| A virgin widow lays down amongst the leaves
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| Invokes the past but it can’t save her
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| An aging widow weeps and builds another wall
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| Voices silent now, no screams or mocking calls
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| Endless nights spent twith thoughts that always taunt her
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| Endless nights spent with thoughts that always taunt her
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| A widow fails to find her love and drifts away
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| Turning out the light of day that did deceive her
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| A widow’s dream comes to a close
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| A widow’s dream |