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Woven words seem to rise up,
Through the water dark and deep.
Their meaning tells a story,
Whose secret the water keeps.

The pool never turns to ice,
Or reflects the infinite sky.
The sun never warms its depth,
And no creatures there reside.

This is a pool of tears they say,
From a maiden fair
Who drowned her sorrows there.

And on some moonlit night,
You will hear her voice so clear.
Echo across the shivering moon,
But you'll find no one there.

Take every word,
Every star I see.
Fill your soul with there,
And return to me.

Why never wake up?
Look into my eyes!
Your life has left you,
Now mine eternal sighs.

Take every world,
Every star I see.
Fill your soul with these,
And return to me.

Why never wake up?
Look into my eyes!
Your life has left you,
Now mine eternal sighs.

The moon came and embraced her.
In its cold, blue, shivering light.
And the silence soon fell again.
Her voice swallowed in the cloak of night.

Words and meaning drown unheard,
There are no listening ears.
As they return to the water deep,
Into the pool of maidens' tears.

Take every world,
Every star I see.
Fill your soul with these,
And return to me...

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