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The Fear of Loneliness

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There lived a woman in a small meadow
She gardened every morning and ate at sundown
No one could be seen for miles afar
She remained alone, empty and lonely
Her family--gone, friends all away
Just herself with no one to play
She never realized why such events happened
"Mors tua, vita mea" she yelled
Day and night she rocked back in her chair
Waiting for the cow bells to signal dusk
"Mors tua, vita mea" she wailed
No one could hear
She knew she had failed
She only had her heart but that too was afar
Left in a distant land she knew very little
Her bones were cold and her heart brittle
The little lady cried day and night
But no one could hear
And even without a heart, she still had fear

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