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I once a girl, her skin it was bronze
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle a fawn
I courted her proudly but now she is
as the season she's taken

In a young summer's youth, I her away
From her mother and sister, though did they stay
one of them suffering from the failures of their day
With of guilt they tried hard to guide us

Of the two sisters, I loved the
sensitive instincts, she was the creative one
The scrapegoat, she was easily undone
By the of others around her

For her parasite sister, I had no
by her boredom, her pride to protect
Countless of the other she'd reflect
As a for her scenes and her society

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be
The I was going through can't even be used
For the that I told her in hopes not to lose
The dream-lover of my lifetime

With consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart chipped
Noticing not I'd already slipped
To the sin of false security

silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness, vacancies
'Till the of damage read me no questions but, "Please
What's wrong and exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have foreseen
The explosion of fantasy's dream
At the peak of the night, the and the queen
Tumbled all into pieces

"The tragic figure!" her sister did
"Leave her alone, god you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning
And nailing her in the ruins of her

Beneath a bare light bulb the did pound
Her sister and I in a battleground
And she in between, the of sound
Soon as a child to the shadows

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, flight
I gagged in contradiction, blinding my sight
My it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes me

The knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't yet
I of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be aware of how precious she is

Ah, my friends from the prison, ask unto me
"How good, how good it feel to be free?"
And I them most mysteriously
"Are birds free the chains of the skyway?"