| Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind
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| To blow away the veil of time
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| Slowly now the threads of age
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| Are starting to unwind
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| Queen of the hours, along, along, along
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| The path of time, of time
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| She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
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| When all is well, is well
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| Black was the night that came in from the East
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| And caused the land to sleep
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| Riding on a storm
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| It carved a message in Isabella Creek
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| Queen of the hours, along, along, along
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| The path of time, of time
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| She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
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| When all is well, is well
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| Dawn is the death wish night has passed away
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| It left the sacred flower
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| Opened up the grave and bowed
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| Its life unto the queen of hours
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| Queen of the hours, along, along, along
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| The path of time, of time
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| She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
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| When all is well, is well |