She sits there staring at nothingness, oblivious of my presence
What moved her to that recess, to gape blankly thence?
Was it a youth of extreme abuse, or an unfaithful beau?
Was it a life of pain and disuse, or a moment of overwhelming woe?
She responds not to my words benign, or my efforts to rouse her
Of life, her breath is the only sign, her spirit has gone for ever
What moved her to that recess, to gape blankly thence?
Was it a youth of extreme abuse, or an unfaithful beau?
Was it a life of pain and disuse, or a moment of overwhelming woe?
She responds not to my words benign, or my efforts to rouse her
Of life, her breath is the only sign, her spirit has gone for ever
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