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From the distance I could see her black robes swaying in the company of the wind,  and the beauty of her skin, that beautiful marbled skin,  of which I many times could not its enchantment resist, now she is standing there looking at the distance as if time had never passed, my eyes go through her constitution, and she senses me. Her glassy eyes wondered why, her lips mumbled my name, and from the distance she would beckon me, except that I cannot go back to her. Her flowers have long ago withered, yet still she keeps them in her grasp, and yet I wonder, she has not forgot me, and so she mouths it, her keys and chains are still in her other hand,  but if I return, she shall embrace me and dwell again within me, and once again I would love her, for her sadness would grasp my soul and my heart, those two things which she loves and would treasure the most, that not even death would be able to snatch it. From the distance I saw her, her being pervaded in lamentations, all in ...