:37:19
I saw her sitting
on her rocking chair,
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completely alone and lost
in her grey daydreams
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unraveling the lace woven
during a lifetime around love
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and family union.
:37:37
As I saw her comb in her bun
in majestic simplicity...
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I felt for a moment
it was worth a history book.
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But no one at home has
changed as much as Ana.
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As soon as you left, she shut
herself in the chapel to pray.
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When she is not wandering
aimlessly in the woods...
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she hides strangely
over by the old house.
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None of us can break her
pious silence.
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No one causes us more worry.