The dawn is coming, the grass is shining
And she is there standing among the graves
There is still no noise, nature is sleeping
She looks sadly at the movements of waves
She has a headache, her heart is tearing
The one who stayed there during the whole night
She was on the cliff ,she looked leaving
((la suite je la ferai plus tard mais en gros elle pleure son amant parti a la guerre))
*grosse casseuse d'ambiance*
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