when she drowned,
the drums kept on and on,
marching for your loss,
on and on and on they went,
but she couldn't hear them;
didn't you know that
her ears were filled with water,
and there were too many tears,
too many tears hidden in her heart
to keep on swimming?
while she lived,
you went on and on and on,
your words flowed like a river,
on and on and on you went,
speaking the bitter truth,
but the heart would not know
if you lied to it just once,
pretended just once of your love for her;
we would need no drums now
to silent the mourning river.
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