By the corner where shadows convene
Huddles a figure lain unseen
She lies among a litter of corpses
In a field of burning lilies and roses
Her tears falling for those who fell
When they heard the tolling bell
She tries to remember the faces of those
Who have been turned to earthbound ghosts
And in remembering She finds here wings
And Her little [...]
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