There was once a Marionette
Who walked in fields of silk and pearl, so light,
Then the darkness came upon me
I awoke, I could not see her face
Her voice across dark waters spoke
Please turn on the light, it's growing cold.
She was once my Lady Friend,
I'd loved her countless times before, so light,
Then the darkness crept upon her
I awoke, I could not hear her voice
She left no sign or souvenir
Please turn on the light, it's cold in here.
Something tells me we've burnt out all our boats
Setting sail upon a storm-ridden sea,
And putting faith in the Gods of ancient times
I had believed we could be strong and supreme
She was like a breath of autumn
She fell like the chestnut leaves.
So the moons rise slowly now
In swirling mists I dimly see, darkly,
Trapped in cobwebbed tunnel darkness.
Still as then, I cannot see her face,
Her voice is still accosting me.
Please turn out the lights, the last to leave.
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