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Her eyes are open

But she cannot see

Beyond the black veil

Drawn across her world

She longs for the bright sun

To shine upon her earth

And banish the bleak dark shadows.

She longs for the gentle breeze

To lift the heavy curtain

That hides the good things in her life

But all she can feel

Are bleak cold winds

That chill her to the soul.

—Noel Braun, 2004