She is gone now.
She was here, once, in your arms. These robes were hers. But she is gone now.
What matter is it that she was loved, and is mourned?
She is gone!
The rivers swept her from here. The rivers did this. The water... the water must be...
But she is gone. Now.
And the tatters that were hers are now you.
The rivers flow upward into the streams.