She waited for him in the darkness
As the shadows fell from the willow trees
Twilight descended upon the tombs
While the leaves danced in the warm breeze
The doves sung a mournful song
As a tear slipped from her eye
A known fear crept from within
As her heart began to cry
Dreams dried as the dead roses
Upon the lonely tombs
Sorrow befell the maiden sat still
Her heart turned to stone
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