In a burnt mansion
There is a woman there, still noble and still secret
Springs on her skin
Her love is pitch black and still burns the same
Who was the legendary woman, your love?
They asked, but you never told
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They asked, you remained silent, you never told
In timeless years
It was as if she had written her name on her lips
Even if the fires were heard
They started the fire with flying handfuls
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