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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