All that ever was my life,
did die one lovely day.
Now I am no longer whole.
Ended was she with a knife,
such a joyful, sunny May.
Now I live like an old mole.
Why must I endure this strife,
listening to friends say
I am listless and so droll
Oh why did they take my wife,
her passing such a dread way
to destroy me very soul.
Konrad
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