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She steps over shadows the path by the castle |
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Gold earrings and hair and the moon |
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Dress like a sail it is billowing past her |
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She's gone down to the wishing well |
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Ships made of copper pennies and silver |
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Have sailed just like wishes away |
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The flowers that float past her face in the water |
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Will wither and soon fade away |
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Trees guard the moment when all is forgiven |
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Light burst of blinding within |
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The crickets are mute as she's floating past them |
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Aurelia is sailing away |
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She descends into |
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Egypt in search of the treasure |
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The brilliance that once was her own |
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They clothed her in adamant which can crush iron |
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And took from her the bright robe |
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Straight to the serpent hard by his dwelling |
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She waits for his slumber to cease |
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Wearing their clothes lest they betray her |
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Because she has come from afar |
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Waiting in silence she senses the stranger |
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Who dwells in the midst of the sea |
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The visions inside her remind her of patterns |
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Writ on her heart long ago |