'The blackened wood beneath the water

The charcoal tower that reaches the skies

You touch it all, now it's gone forever

The misty river flows in your eyes

The night is cool, we meet each other

Beneath a deep blue, starry sky

Brown water flows beneath you fingers

Soft brown tresses of the most high'

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She writes these lonely words of wisdom

Watching friendless streets, it is done

She is a princess, she has a lover

Though she is young, there is no other

That she would chose to die, by her side…