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Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind |
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To blow away the veil of time |
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Slowly now the threads of age |
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Are starting to unwind |
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Queen of the hours, along, along, along |
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The path of time, of time |
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She is still, the clock shall tell the tale |
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When all is well, is well |
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Black was the night that came in from the east |
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And caused the land to sleep |
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Riding on a storm |
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It carved a message in Isabella Creek |
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Queen of the hours, along, along, along |
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The path of time, of time |
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She is still, the clock shall tell the tale |
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When all is well, is well |
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Dawn is the death wish night has passed away |
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It left the sacred flower |
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Opened up the grave and bowed |
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Its life unto the queen of hours |
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Queen of the hours, along, along, along |
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The path of time, of time |
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She is still, the clock shall tell the tale |
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When all is well, is well |
