Now she has ceased to be through every breath
Of grace, and life, and every tender dream
My heart and soul have surely met their death
They bleed the beauty that bloomed our love's theme
Which eloquence would often dearly play
Within our time through smiles and tears that traced
Our every moment leading to the day
That brought me to my knees and laid to waste
My spirit, oh the spirit I once had
There is no reason left for me to be
My nights are filled with thoughts that drive me mad
and so I search for how to set them free
She was my strength, my pride and reason why
I bare my pain through every word I cry
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