On the night of the storm
An old woman died
And they buried her under a tree
Next to the lover she’d waited for
And clung to faithfully
And on the stones
Where they lay in repose
A message divided in two
Words to the song that she sung every night
To the portrait of her groom
‘I promise to love you for all of my days
Promise to leave you never
Promise your love and I’ll promise you mine
Forever and ever and ever’
The End
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