| Moon has reflected into her eyes
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| In wavy hair, obscurity of night flies
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| And there, there, on the hill
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| She keeps alluring me
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| In her pathetic eyes
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| I see my pain… The truth and lies
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| I scratch by nails the windows, painted black
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| And watch her dark mess through the crack
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| She walks among the graves
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| Under the moon and rains
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| The fire cares her face
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| Dancing in twilight’s grace… Tonight
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| I damn myself, I damn my life
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| Tempted and blinded like a fool…
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| Beholder of amazing night witch
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| Her sight is breaking off a mist
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| Being thawn in gloomy light of twist
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| I am chained to a window crack
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| There is no salvation, and there’s no way back
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| My fingers are bleeding and hurt
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| Behind the wall I hear the words
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| The key is unlocking my door
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| My executioner came, It is a confirm
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| Her reflections are everywhere
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| She seems to be true
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| I hear the bells of my death
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| But it has no value
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| Now, my death is amusing the crowd
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| But I don’t, I don’t hear them loud
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| I’m free, I’m going to her
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| To the hill to meet her and to serve |