all of the diamonds
all of the gold that I've lost
She's taken it
she dances
past this door
and all of the jewels
and fantastic robes
have been and gone
She's taken it
She waltzes by this window
colder than stone
I am the one to tell you
this is happening
I am the one
to speak a slurred breaking tongue
a shattered word
it's happening
and I can't see where to go
Who bears this shadow
Who is pale memory
Who bays the moon down to take me
and she glides by these floors
with sick and dry violets
to shrink to this day
all dim light
and dead fire
She's taken it
She waltzes by this window
colder than stone.
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