She bathed in the Lethe River
Then laid in the arms of Morpheus
But could she rise above the ashes?
And will she ever endure?
Is she charming the gods?
As the world floats beneath her, she's free
Is she charming the gods?
Or only slipping deeper, she's free... she's free
She woke in the shrill of mourning
Burdened by the uphill stone
She almost touched the heavens
Now her wings slowly melt away

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