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She found a place to be |
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Where she can be free |
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A shelter from the havoc |
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Free from herself |
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She is of silk like milk skin |
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With a ghost on her back |
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She burns from the inside |
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So now she destroys |
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Again |
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She builds up, she tears down |
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Tears down from inside |
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I refuse to lose this war |
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I come back for more |
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Again ! |
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And her aura |
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Is an aroma |
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The rain dampens your colours bright |
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Goddess of the morning light |
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I walk the desert floor |
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I know I've been here before |
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I withstand the northern wind |
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To shelter her from sin |
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This won't be an empty place |
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She will come back for more |
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Again ! |