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So silently she sat listening, though she never heard a word. And all their thoughts, and best of wishes, seem suddenly so absurd. As they turned to idle ramble, in attempts both tried and failed. To heal her heart and lift her spirits, yet to no avail. Still she found no comfort. No ebb to stem the flow. No dam to fort the rising. No way for her to know. No open arms awaiting. No shoulder on which to cry. No one she ask could tell her, just why he had to die. So silently she sat listening, though she never heard a word. And all their thoughts, and best of wishes, seem suddenly so absurd.
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