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Within the darkness there is a light

Where our shadows bare no fright

There lives a lady made of dust

Who may woo you if she must


And her lover engulfed in flame

Ashamed of nothing but his fame

Who sleeps while she's around

Yet as he stirs she can't be found


So listen carefully while I speak

If the coming of ages makes you weak


Even though your lover's away

Or she's possibly just dead.

Her beautiful body may decay

Forget the words you'd never said.

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