ˇ°God grant she lies stillˇ±
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These are the words on a gravestone
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Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory
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As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves
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Come back to me my autumn love
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In the hour when silence cries!
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Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume
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And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall
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I hear the trees outside whispering her name
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And I feel a warm waft rushing past me
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Then her clear laughter rings in my head
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Devoured by a sarcastic echo
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And her presence is taken to nowhere
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Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night
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But I revere these momentsˇ¦
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I recall our erotic dances
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To the wail of autumn wind
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Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace
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Her teasing provocative look
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Then her sexy moans ring in my head
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Devoured by a sarcastic echo
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And her last kiss is taken to nowhere
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Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night
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ˇ°God grant she lies stillˇ±
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These are the words on a gravestoneˇ¦
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God Grant She Lies Still
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| Black Countess |
