'But the soul becomes fond' she said, as another day
'Chantress, she who within the magic of the ivory can
I stood and watched, but I could not believe, I
In the breast of the sky, I saw them gathered
Beneath the very skies that I had, for so long,
In a pool of tears, that are my own, I
A season died,
no tears were shed,
my eyes turned gold,
there was
A season died, no tears were shed, my eyes turned
In a pool of tears,
that are my own,
I am sitting
And love itself sought our nectar, and time itself stood
Though I've called your name a thousand times, my words
Many seasons have passed since first my search began, with
I stood and watched, but I could not believe, I
In the breast of the sky, I saw them gathered
Beneath the very skies that I had, for so long,
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