The Widow

The first time I met the widow
She was aged beyond her years
Meeting yesterday's fine beauty
Looks all washed away by tears
Once upon a time, they say
She lived her happy past
Until one night her husband left
And never did come back
Every night for years she'd wait
Still now she hasn't learned
She leaves a light on in her window
In case he might return
Some say he died in a distant land
No one is really sure
But she leaves a light on in her window
In case he might return

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