She walked with her sillohoutte,
Sitting alone weeping for the soring fret,
Day and night seemed long at parallel,
With a dead soul but hopes alive to conquest and quell,
After 7 yrs of a prolonged rough battle,
The Verdict upheld served her in a fine fettle,
Still the bitter pain would never die,
But the justice gave a pleasant sweetner to the screeching cry,
This victory gave her a gust of ease,
That made her departed angel rest in peace.
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