| Over the mountain
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| The sky immerses itself in the liquid shapes
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| The elements of lake
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| Awake the beasts of mind
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| Water shapes the heartbeats
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| Of the shadow-Lady
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| Years are bridges of life and death
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| They carry the curse of the lady
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| Eyes that rest inside liquid flames
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| A fragile black eternity will
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| Rotate inside her madness
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| Tears spread like rain to wake the calm solid face
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| Her bright dark hair uplifted from her head
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| Up to the horizon of the zenith height
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| Rich with the spoils of time
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| She rose like ghost to the unwanted passengers
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| Drifted as doubtful illusion, scary dead spirit
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| Might prove her grief and rage of her pain
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| Large fearfully marks of unsettled eye
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| Shifting all around the lake of doom
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| A lady comes and goes
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| Moves, as she was not in pain
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| Her shadowy silken presence
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| Is weeping to the surrounding woods
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| Sights of blazing memories
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| Memories made of faith
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| Smokes of pain and sorrow
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| But the flame has gone through the time |