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Veil

The dream is over
The dream is dead
Its soul lies rotting
Deep in my bed

With solemn sobs
And shuttered breath
I curse the world
That brought this death

Weary heart
Beats out of time
Its final rhythm
Its greatest crime

Death black sorrow
Hangs as a veil
A concealing shadow
For the widow’s wail

Wordless, formless
Aching from pain
Tear filled eyes
Lost in the rain

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