She runs to the river down below
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Towards a boat under a willow
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Away from the mirror, the loom and the tower
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Where she yearned for him, hour after hour
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Under a sky like a dark blue dome
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Stands the queen of loneliness
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A skin as white as the rivers foam
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Which tips the hem of her dress
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A crown of a pearl garland she wore
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Blinking to Camelot in moonlight
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To which she stares, through tears
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Tears that are clouding her sight
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A forlorn goddess
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Seeking for her God
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Carving in the stern
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The lady Shallot
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Like a prophet seeing the entire future
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She looses the chain
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While death stretches its hand and lures
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Seizing her to gain
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Paralysed and in distress, she floats
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Into the night by darkness clothe
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When the lady sings a mournful song
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Chanting through the spheres of night
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Where it dissolves at the horizon
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Like her life
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Undone...
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Floating Towards Distress
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Autumn |