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| Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would be free of those who bow and Scrape the ground before her feet |
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Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
Watches as each moment goes that never really know us And so it seems she doesn't care If she has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room |
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But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to
Call back, all the birds I sent to Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm Weary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty halls |
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Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets Maybe we've found what we have lost When we've unwound so many crossed entangling Misunderstandings; but |
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All my frozen words agree and say it's time to
Call back all the birds I sent to Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm Weary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty walls |
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