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In death she spoke of
Her final were long
These fields changed since last she wept
Before the throng

She sits where memories lie
Above, beside, them
The carvings outlived the hand
bled to first begin them

As features of the landscape
The trees are falling
Awareness the view aside
She as if recalling

Seen first beyond the
soon had reached the borders
The infused with burning breath
Arrived from corners

The windswept valley now
As words are uttered
From of earth and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her thoughts fluttered

Again it darkens
The of it stills me
And when the starts to fall
the drop that kills me