The flowers silhouette shine
Beneath the broken, fading shrine
On its walls the shadows sway
As the light... slowly... fades away
And the seraphs gaze upon; from heavens high
In the blowing wind, you can hear them sigh.
She lived here; this was her home
But now she lives here no more
Only at dusk before the falling of night
Before the stars shed their gentle light;
One can hear an unsung song
Beside the lake; beneath a tree.
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