When she was at the window
Dull moonlight as her friend
Her future was of a little bride
Her groom on his journeys end
She got her future a readymade
Bribes were paid as a gift
Your Just a girl they all said
Can ever her future shift
Years passed for the girl
And nature took all her hopes
Her future was on a pyre now
The pyre of her grooms corpes
Yet she was but a willful girl
A mortal challenged her fate
She ran away to a paradise
She ran to a schools gate
Year passed for the girl
A women now instead
She now govern the same lot
Who sentenced her to death
She again sat by the window
Dull moonlight as her friend
She wouldn't be sitting here at all
If she had accepted her end
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