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WHEN SHE COMES
When she comes on a solemn August morn
She finds the lovers that are torn
Darkness falls but she don't close her eyes
Veiled in clouds the moon is on the rise
Holding on to sorrow in vain
Feel the root to all this pain
Deep in the chaos that you've caused
Lies the answer to what you've lost
She will rise at the break of day
Slowly the music fades away
R. Blomqvist
© 2007 Ginger Trees