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She held tight to her photograph
Entranced by it's mystery
The sun it rose and set for days
With echos of her agony
What good's a heart without a home?
And no one to call her own
The waters rushed up to bathe her
Of her time and drown the memories
What's more beautiful than blood
Caked on her velvet skin?
The dress she wore that night remains
Awash in scarlet sin
A haunting tale of sorrow
Underneath the murky deep
There's still a longing in those eyes
It hasn't ceased to be
Her broken spirit still exists
The pain calls her up to rise
And though I wanted to dismiss as a trick of light or in my mind
Standing there so elegant she cries
Sing to me and ease my troubles, boy
This afterlife has known no joy
Because a death of love took me before my time
Sing to me and provide peaceful rest
For though I'm gone I can't forget
Sing a song and croon to me in the midnight
Sing to me
Her broken spirit still exists
(Her broken spirit still exists)
The pain calls her up to rise
(The pain calls her up to rise)
And though I wanted to dismiss as a trick of light or in my mind
Standing there so elegant she cries
Sing to me and ease my troubles, boy
This afterlife has known no joy
Because a death of love took me before my time
Sing to me and provide peaceful rest
For though I'm gone I can't forget
Sing a song and croon to me in the midnight
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
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