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There's a sense of longing in me
          As I read Rosemary's letter
          Her writing's honest
          Can't forget the years she's lost
           
          In isolation
          She talks about her love
          And as I read
          "I'll die alone"
          I know she was aching
           
          There's a certain detail seen here
          The pen must have slipped to the side
          And left a stain
          Next to his name
          She knows he's gone
           
          And isolation
          Is all that would remain
          "The wound in me is pouring out
          To rest on a lover's shore"