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Like a widow broken with grief |
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She was waiting in her mourning |
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She once beauty queen of nations |
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Lost the battle and is now slave |
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In the city reigns the silence |
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They have seen her stripped naked |
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All her lovers no one help her |
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Her priest crying |
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Bitterly she weeps |
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Now my heart is broken |
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And my soul despairs |
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For I have terrible rebelled |
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I am helpless in their hand |
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I can not escape from my enemies |
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Virgins have been dragged away |
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Her young children taken far away |
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People groaning cry for bread |
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She was thinking punishment is near |
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She hides her face humiliated |
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She was praying Oh! Lord see my pain |