A Sick Room Is No Longer A Sick Room

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A silent women lies
Between to lovers life
And death, and all

Three covered with a
Sheet of pain as
Tears roll down the

Faces of the women
The silence begin to
Grow big, then a

Soft voice said don’t
Cry the lord is
Coming , the room grow

Brighter and brighter as
The wind blow they
Begin to walk to

The window there last
Words the sick room
Is no longer a sick
Room





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