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From yours truly,

A widow once said

I knew him all my life, not you

Don’t judge what you not know is true

I caught a smirk by happens’ stance

Once in a while if I got the chance

You with your youth

Dont know the curse of living for another two

Yes kin, but they mirror not I

Their father’s pride, their father’s eyes

My delicious beauty of a virgin kind

Studies to teach all sacrificed

Fleeing abroad had been our talks

Now all this he took in that wooden box

He said the mountains we’ll see

And didn’t lie to me

Buried under an oak on Mt. Giluwe

So on his bed of death the children cry

My own tears of laughter hide away, are shy

Don’t judge what you not know is true,

I knew him all my life, not you.

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