Taun Richards - The Departed | Текст песни

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“The Departed”

No fond farewell, no kiss goodbye.
His parting gift, her tear filled eyes.
A woman's love, her sacred vessel.
A recoiling spring, the stinging nettle.
The cruelest words, his hollow smile.
The broken plates, her stomach bile.
A thread worn bear, the weeping willow.
A begging bowl, her tear stained pillow.
A ticking watch, her furrowed brow.
Her dreams of love, a broken bough.
A wilted flower, the woodman's axe.
The snow filled sky, his foot print tracks.

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