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I once loved a girl, her it was bronze
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle a fawn
I courted her proudly but now she is
Gone as the season she's

In a summer's youth, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, close did they stay
Each one of them suffering from the of their day
With strings of guilt they tried hard to us

Of the two sisters, I the young
With instincts, she was the creative one
The constant scrapegoat, she was undone
By the jealousy of others her

For her sister, I had no respect
Bound by her boredom, her pride to
visions of the other she'd reflect
As a for her scenes and her society

Myself, for what I did, I be excused
The changes I was going through can't be used
For the that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be of my lifetime

With consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, its heart being chipped
Noticing not I'd already slipped
To the sin of love's security

From silhouetted to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, voice
'Till the tombstones of read me no questions but, "Please
What's and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's
At the of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all into pieces

"The figure!" her sister did shout
"Leave her alone, god you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning
And nailing her in the of her pettiness

Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did
Her sister and I in a battleground
And she in between, the victim of
Soon shattered as a to the shadows

All is gone, all is gone, it, take flight
I gagged in contradiction, blinding my sight
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the
Leaving all of love's ashes me

The wind knocks my window, the it is wet
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't yet
I think of her often and whoever she's met
Will be fully of how precious she is

Ah, my from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how does it feel to be free?"
And I answer most mysteriously
"Are birds from the chains of the skyway?"