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When fire dies, it remains ash, cover it up
When the day dies, new day shows up
When husband rest, leaves a sowed love
Widow cries, dwells with grieve
And loneliness
"He has slept, he forever sleeps"
A countless times, she vends
And at the buttock, she feels the world
And the need to go with him raises up
Unreturned journey lacks partnership
The sowed love dies not
Abides within loves heart.
Inspired by a book,
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