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She covers her face, weeps into her hand
Leaning against barren stretches of sand
And the trees behind her, though silent and still
Offer no shelter from the penetrating chill
She is forlorn and helpless, no hope to be found
Marked by the cross, that lies in the ground
A lover departed, she longs for his touch
And he reaches for her, with the wind’s gentle rush
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