And she's dreaming about
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The view over the castle down below
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There is no doubt
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A curse came upon her
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As she knows...
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The voices of reapers
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Shading off into sounds of the night
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Becomes visible in a mirror
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The mirror with its magic sights
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The cause of the inner row
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Is the promise of horror and strife
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If she keeps looking at the beauty below
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Despair will take over her life
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Her eyes , her deep blue eyes
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She averts them from the casement
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And she is weaving
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While the loom obeys her hands
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Weaving...
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Lustful groaning by moonlight
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A luscious mistress and her paramours
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Making love in the brewing night
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Till dawn they enjoy each other
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While being a mirrors magic sight
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And when someone dies
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A threnody sounds from the towers
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So she weaving in her web
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Also weaving a funeral
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Under sunbeam showers
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Mirrors Magic Sight
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Autumn |