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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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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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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 |
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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 Palmer |
