She's walking away
'neath a winter sky,
now many a day
in darkness I'll lie.
Yet it is my duty
to live through the pain
and nigh to her beauty
I shall rise again.
In pure joy and light
then we'll spend our time,
I'll be her knight,
she princess of mine.
Thus I've got no fear
though I'll miss her much,
tear after tear,
love of the last touch.
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