| At midnight by the fireplace
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| I fell in love with her portrait;
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| Her eyes revealed
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| She knew I’d take the bait
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| It’s said she rests for many years
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| Moonlight will make her appear
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| In the lake that she had filled with her own tears
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| I gathered all of the stories we have been told
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| I never questioned she was really out there…
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| Obsessed by the secret that she may hold
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| I will find her anywhere…
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| And there she lies, with open eyes…
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| In the light of the midnight sky
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| I have found one good reason to die
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| Take me down to the quiet place
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| In the lake where she sleeps in grace!
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| It’s said she rests for many years
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| I can see her shade appear
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| In the lake that she had filled with strays and peers
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| Sinking deeper
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| Oh, how the cold fills me out
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| As the starlight blurs over me;
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| Going deeper
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| Emerging into the black
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| For the first time, I feel free
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| And there she lies, with open eyes
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| In the light of the midnight sky
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| I have found one good reason to die
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| Take me down to the quiet place
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| In the lake where she sleeps in grace!
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| In the light of the midnight sky
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| I have found one good reason to die
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| Take me down to the quiet place
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| In the lake where she sleeps in grace!
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| In the lake where she sleeps in grace! |