Sleep my sweet illusions
Rest your heavy heads
Dream to your conclusions
Now the story's read
Did the plot consume you
How easily you were led
To find the weeping woman
And her young lover dead
Did you finally figure out
Which of her tears were real
Did you stagger about
Struggling not to feel
His body lay there on her lap
Within the silence of the trees
And in her heart a thunderclap
That brought you to your knees
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