From here to nowhere, where does we begin?
A flashing thought flickers, blood rushes through.
I can hear them say your beauty is sin,
do not listen, what do they know of you?
Beauty is Beauty, it never grows old.
Flesh shall whither, memory will remain.
Eternal goddess, you never grow cold.
Your divine image will always have reign.
Queen of the City, Queen of Fantasy,
velvet words fall like leaves in the forest.
Your graceful hand reigns by soft writ decree.
Footsteps, I can see the hem of your dress.
Wake up, wake up. I look and see no one.
A dream, a vision that has come and gone.
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