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CAMELOT PRISON
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I saw an illusion of you that impossible light...
The end of the world...
Is that what awoke you?
The tragedy of our age.
I came to meet you again,
I came to this cold kingdom
I came to the dead floating underground kingdom...
The four cold ash-gray walls and four cold ash-gray towers. Can you see them?
"Hey, can you see me?"
There she weaves by night and day. A magic web with colours gay.
"Why can't you see me, -----?"
She has heard a whisper say, a curse is on her is she stay to look down to Camelot.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights.
A funeral, with plumes and lights...
And music, came from Camelot.
"I am half-sick of shadows." said the lady of -----.
"tirra mirra, tirra, mirra." Sang Sir -----.
She left the web: she left the loom:
she looked down to Camelot.
The mirror cracked from side to side.
"The curse has come upon me"she cried, the lady of ----.
Detta är början tog låååång tid att skriva den :S
I saw an illusion of you that impossible light...
There she weaves by night and day. A magic web with colours gay.
"Why can't you see me, -----?"
She has heard a whisper say, a curse is on her is she stay to look down to Camelot.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights.
A funeral, with plumes and lights...
And music, came from Camelot.
"I am half-sick of shadows." said the lady of -----.
"tirra mirra, tirra, mirra." Sang Sir -----.
She left the web: she left the loom:
she looked down to Camelot.
"The curse has come upon me"she cried, the lady of ----.
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