| Dimentia 66 — The Balad of Lucy Western
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| Visions sweep away the tears and knots,
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| That bound our paper souls,
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| Beyond strange love we shall go,
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| Where silly midnight flowers bloom
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| In her kaliedescopik eyes,
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| wild as lilacs dripping in wine,
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| Bathe in the silence of her tomb,
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| In her hand a silver spoon,
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| Shattered days are here again,
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| One last dance, on the steps of Hell.
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| All lost children know her well.
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| She’s kissed the serpent thrice times twice.
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| Feast upon the treasured afterglow.
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| She speaks of life’s Eternal scrolls.
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| In Ancient Splendor we will roam. |