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Intense silence |
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As she walked in the room |
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Her black robes trailing |
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Sister of the moon |
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And a black widow spider makes |
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More sound than she |
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And black moons in those eyes of hers |
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Made more sense to me |
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Heavy persuasion |
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It was hard to breathe |
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She was dark at the top of the stairs |
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And she called to me |
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And so I followed as friends often do |
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I cared not for love nor money |
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And I think she knew |
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Well, the people, they love her |
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And still they are the most cruel |
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She asked me, "Be my sisterSister, sister of the moon" |
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Some call her sister of the moon |
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Some say, illusions are her game |
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They like to wrap her in velvet |
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Does anyone, ooh, know her name? |
