She was in her room
Gazing into the void
Black clouds filling the air
Staring at her
Begging her to stop, for they were fed up
With a loud voice, the wind was singing
A farwell song, as she was yearning
The candles in her room were pouring their tears
The Earth around her stop from revolving
The red roses in the windows closed there eys screaming
The winter tears calling
asked her?
When the sorrow will leave?
When the agony will go?
When the suffering will stop?
She replied
You asked the wrong person
Can't ask who lives in fire
The winter nights sobbing
Sobbing like her
Who will wipe the winter tears?
Who will wipe her tears?
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