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Whispered words tickle Magnoliah's ear though no one is near.
Mournful cry, baby's wail
all are heard across the veil
A taste of life, a sweet caress
the veil appeals less and less
Pain of death, pain of loss
clings to life like root and moss
Ripped from life instead of womb
sent adrift to unplanned doom
Tortured soul, hear it wail
part of neither life nor veil
Woven thread, broken chain
what can cleanse the numbing pain
Skin of wood, broken shell
only a drop in fate's great well
All alone the willow weeps
in empty cold it never sleeps
Bound in blood not once but thrice
unlucky soul, who pays the price?