'But the soul becomes fond' she said, as another day
'Chantress, she who within the magic of the ivory can
Many seasons have passed since first my search began,
with each
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
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