I see her now, lying with her face turned to the wall
The stars are gone and it's time to greet the bringer of the dawn
She turns and smiles, tragic eyes like beads of glass in water jars
She floats alone near the ceiling staring back on her form
She's satisfied, studying the fly on her arm
Come the bells and the trumpets and the choirs, the kingdom calls
I see her now, crying for a world that is lost
She turns her eyes for one last glance as they're covering with frost
Legions of the dead lead from beyond
The western mountains to the shore
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