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Lost souls wonder throughout the night

Misery together until dawns first light

Listen to the wind, a gentle breeze

Hear the cello, deep soothing pleas

Awake in horrid fear despair

Once again, the dreaded nightmare

Sitting under the willow tree

Crying my eyes out, long decree

The wounds inside, the pain intense

Besotted fool did not stand a chance

Much Love Much Life