As she watched out her tower,her knight returned to this northen country .
Taking with him, her heart and tears. Leaving only dust on her lips and broken dreams of love.
Never looking back, he did not see her soul fall to the grown. He did not hear her cry each night. The songs she sent on the wings of a snow white dove.
Time goes on , she remains in the large tower, with no one but herself sitting in the grand tower on the hill. Only a glance now and then out the window to see if a shadow of herself shows.
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