My love’s funeral was on a sad day,
I went alone, he never came my way.
No undertakers, no black hearse to see,
Only my love, my dying dreams, and me.
No mourning Egyptian women were there,
Beating their breasts and ripping out their hair,
No pastor, no flowers, no soothing words,
Only the murmuring of the wild birds.
Tears blinded my eyes, as I dug a pit,
Abyss…
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