The light was slowly fading away,
As to tell him
That is was the end of the day.
He would sit there
way into the night,
Because to him
It just felt right.
He buried her by the big oak tree.
He never did see,
Why she would walk
All the way out there
Just to read.
He knows there will come a day.
When he will come to,
The big Oak tree to say.
The he will be beside
His beloved wife.
Who he will love
For the rest of his life.
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