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Funeral March in C Minor

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She stared at the chipped headstone,
Her eyes all aglow with the dark shadows
Of the love that never was.
Tears streamed her face.
It was never meant to be;
It was never meant to be;
The words echoed through her head like the autumnal wind.
The leaves left the trees;
Winter came;
And all was silent.




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