She was warm on the touch
And soft to the ear
A true princess from old times
With roses on her chest
Peace on my soul
And a night on my cheeks
Magic felt through your jokes
Even with the confessions of your lips
Lies sounded so true
And I didn’t feel wounded
But I dreamt of you
And no veil covered your words
Sadness crept into my eyes
Closing them forever
Dying next to you.
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