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Twisted East South North with the wind that rippled his hair. Ice stare constant, laughing - but the joy had gone. Snuffed out by the dawn, the rope had torn his flesh and broke his neck, set him dancing on the air... in the Hanging Gardens. |
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Dancing with the dead... so peaceful there. |
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Branded as a thief, they stole his name, they stole his face. Gone without a trace, they killed his dignity, squeezed him dry. Cries for mercy lost on judges with no ears, no hearts, smart in their black caps... in the Hanging Gardens. |
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Love notes and carnations, fading, slowly dying, lying at his feet. Sweet aroma lingered on the air. She stood and stared. Was numb now. Cried so much it had no meaning. So much salt and water flowing free... in the Hanging Gardens. |
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Blow gently, blow gently...feed the weeds... |
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Dressed in virgin's white, she masked her eyes with cold surprise. Cursed her name, the pain was creeping swiftly... twisted her inside, she retched and reached out for a hand. Landed on her face. Disgraced. No place for fainting queens... in the Hanging Gardens... |
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A place for me, a place for you.... |
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Bell is tolling. |
