She lays there dressed in silk.
So pale, so cold.
Your door has opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
or ever will, (it is) eternity.
gives the beauty away.
You door has been opened for all to see.
The pitiness that we suffer.
or ever will, (it is) eternity.
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