Can we not force from widowed poetry, Now thou art dead, great Donne, one elegy To crown thy hearse?
widowed wife, and married maid, Betrothed, betrayer, and betrayed!
I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride. Something touched me deep inside The day the music died.Don McLean
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