by Stevie Nicks
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Intense silence as she walks in the room,
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Her black robes trailing, sister of the moon,
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And the black widow spider makes more sound than she,
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The black moons in those eyes of her made more sense to me,
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Heavy persuasion it was so hard to breathe,
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She was dark at the top of the stairs and she called to me.
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Sister of the Moon
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Walter Egan |