How love lines your face
The light of morning just, lights it up
Oh queen of many mantles
Your queen of my heart
And although your dead
Your memories sing with life
The contours of your face ignite me
And I know that death is here
Oh queen that lives in yonder
Just beyond my reach
I know that hallows gather
And plot but I will only win
Cause in death I am born into awe
Your awe, My queen
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