Sitting alone in the room, she watches the place
Where the wind strikes her baffled, lonely young face.
“That dress,” she murmurs, addressing the floor
Referring to the crimson that hangs on the door
“Was for the perfect one thing, the happiest day.”
“But it’s all gone now,” the emptiness hears her say.
The lover, the friend, perfection is dead
Just an hour ago were the last things he said
“I love you,” he choked through terror and pain
Tears lashing his cheeks and falling like rain
Now she looks through the window; she suddenly knows
That it all disappeared with that last fading rose
Though there’s sun in the sky and green in the trees
The birds are chirping and there’s buzzing of bees
She has lost the key that will let her heart sing
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