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And she's dreaming about |
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The view over the castle down below |
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There is no doubt |
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A curse came upon her |
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As she knows... |
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The voices of reapers |
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Shading off into sounds of the night |
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Becomes visible in a mirror |
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The mirror with its magic sights |
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The cause of the inner row |
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Is the promise of horror and strife |
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If she keeps looking at the beauty below |
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Despair will take over her life |
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Her eyes , her deep blue eyes |
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She averts them from the casement |
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And she is weaving |
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While the loom obeys her hands |
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Weaving... |
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Lustful groaning by moonlight |
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A luscious mistress and her paramours |
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Making love in the brewing night |
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Till dawn they enjoy each other |
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While being a mirrors magic sight |
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And when someone dies |
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A threnody sounds from the towers |
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So she weaving in her web |
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Also weaving a funeral |
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Under sunbeam showers |