My spirit like in the resonance
When I see her countenance
Her voice i hear in music groove
My blood to boil and i lost my roof
Her figure is slim here eyes is deep
In day then i meet her i lost my sleep
I know she love me but she not here
Only in dream we can be near
Her smile is lightning her hair is flame
I am just little man we so not same
Her figure is slim here eyes is deep
In day then i meet her i lost my sleep
Her spirit is clean her will like the fate
She stay outside this heavy mortal gate
She mistress of dead and queen of life
When i left this form she will be my wife
Muse
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