| She wrote down this line on the barren wall
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| To not forget her trail of dreams
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| But through the haze of her fevered pain
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| Her thoughts were hard to understand
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| Born without a name on the darkest day
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| Her future was already written
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| As fantasies turned to poems on the stone
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| The world began to come alive
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| She made me smile
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| Though years passed by
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| Come day, come night, my crimson bride
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| Is dancing on the fields of gold
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| This scenery will never fail
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| In my dreaming mind
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| Dreaming mind
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| All through these days
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| I have held your hand
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| We never left the velvet cage
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| Vespertine, our memories relive
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| My irresistible demise
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| She made me smile
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| Though years passed by
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| Come day, come night, my crimson bride
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| Is dancing on the fields of gold
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| This scenery will never fail
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| In my dreaming mind
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| Vague are the images around me
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| And cold is the color of the night
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| Come day, come night, my crimson bride
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| Is dancing on the fields of gold
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| This scenery will never fail
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| In my dreaming mind
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| Come day, come night, my crimson bride
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| Is dancing on the fields of gold
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| This scenery will never fail
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| In my dreaming mind |