There she dances,
The lost girl in Mephis,
Eyes lost in teardust,
Skipping life by.
She twirls her hair in darkness,
Then sits by the stairs,
She sings of lost lovers,
and screams in despair.
The tales she once told,
Have all become cold,
The dreams she once had,
Are the ones she now dreads.
All she can hear are the ryhmes in her head,
The lost story untold,
The truth of the death,
Of one spirit child that never really left.
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