Beyond the river of flames A young gall lived her life Embraced herself in pitiful games That only made her strife
A bed of roses I lay at her feet Watching for a sign of distress But only when our eyes meet I can see she's not flawless
Her big blue eyes that make me dream Of skies that make the heavens cry I understand her pain within I understand her soul will die
I leave the lass alone to stay Being rejected in my quest To make her mine and only mine For her to be my dearest.
Just your average goose.
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