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A beautiful 40 year old woman, weary of toil, but sings and a wry smile, her harrased heart shall rest upon the moor. There is a spot mid barren hills, where winter howls and driving rain makes dreary tempest chills. A candle in a window warms again, the old house and those trees are bare. Above, twilight's dome, so dear, so longed for, the alien golden light shimmers on satinand lace, with gloved hands she smoths the sheen of her draped skirt.
A young woman with curly, light brown hair sits outdoors in a field, wearing a shimmering golden dress with white lace sleeves and white gloves. She smiles subtly at the camera. In the background, a large, bare tree stands under a cloudy, twilight sky, and a small, stone cottage with a lit window glows warmly against the darkening landscape. The horizon features rolling hills under the dim sky.
