| The fountain runs quiet
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| Through the emerald steps and lavender air
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| The statues praise the beauty of hers
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| Flowers bloom around her marble breasts
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| Silver drops of the open night sky
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| Light this ruined garden
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| The vines hanging on pillars and walls
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| Gather the light over the water
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| In the flame she was moving slow
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| Whispering passionate words
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| As she breathed frost
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| Out of her warm, wet mouth
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| She felt like the ghost of Laura
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| Cold serenity lies within these secret halls
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| Embracing me in her essence
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| The air so calm and still, and her voice
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| Leading me deeper, deeper inside
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| In the flame she was moving slow
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| Whispering passionate words
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| As she breathed frost
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| Out of her warm, wet mouth
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| She felt like the ghost of Laura
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| Through the water and floating leaves
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| I’m following her soft call
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| Into the throne of her fertile loins |