By a silent blue stream,
In a pretty little house,
Lives She all alone,
No mother, no sister, no spouse
She had her Brother lost,
Among all sorrows it was worst.
No knowing where he was
It was the greatest loss.
Mother died when She was young.
Still persisted memories for ages long.
How hard had she struggled to stay,
But God had taken her away.
Sister went to the place where
Now she lives with soldiers, unaware,
Of the memorable look
Of her childhood nook.
Of Father She knows none
Whether he still lives or is gone.
Once he went to fight and earned,
But since then had never returned.
Now she sits by the window,
During the time when there's snow,
Or in the midnight moonly glow,
Reveling the loneliness that show.
Thinking of people long lost --
Of the war still being fought.
Will it end soon?
And save her from ghastly gloom?
When this will end
Perhaps they will remember
Of the loneliness She render
By the blue stream
All Alone.
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