Shadows to your fate is another charm
Into the night that did not recognize your love
Only dissentients what cloud material's of
Motley jester inside blackness stiff–arm
Righteousness' state each its ice-cold gendarme
You were goddess of the virtues above
Sweet song of the rustling whispering dove
Incantation evil can not take or harm
Divine of peace partake melting the ice
River of words flowing watery ways
Sunshine of recommence space in silence
Magic spellbound your heart without lies
Dreamer in the garden of your own days
Each what you were never from earth shall blench
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