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She sits and watches as the fires light the night.
She faces darkness in her last remaining times,
asking herself what the carcasses are up to.
After a hundred years, they're still doing better than the widow of war.
She sits and watches as the fires light the night.
She faces darkness in her last remaining times,
asking herself what the carcasses are up to.
After a hundred years, they're still doing better than the widow of war.