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Once was I your future bridge,
Though in this tomb I now reside.
Imprisoned by four walls of stone.

Yet despite this loss of breath,
I live beneath this pall of death,
And you are not alone.
I am not gone.
Not gone.
Not gone.
Turn around and you shall see,
A vision of Phersephone.
Reach for me, take my hand.
For though you pray tour soul to keep,
On my finger does there sleep
Your golden wedding band.
I am not gone.
Not gone.
Not gone.
I an Ophelia in reverse,
Held not by this mortal curse.
From still waters shall I rise.

Believe in me as I in you,
And let your love begin anew,
Sweet melody in reprise.

I am not gone.
Not gone.
Not gone.
Here beneath the willow tree,
Togethrer shall we ever be,
Bound for always and as one.
No prying eyes to tear the seam
Of our dark for ever dream
For we cannot be undone.
I am not gone.
Not gone.
(Not gone.)

Let this death shround be a veil
Though these lips ale clay my skin so pale,
My eyes for you evermore shine bright
Blacker than the raven wings of night.
Tis I...
Tis I...
Your lost love,
Your lady Ligiea...

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