Far from here the light does shine a new day
On that maiden and her tragic fortune
She can not pin down just which words to say
Teasing and taunting secret endorphins
She sings a song as sweet as the lyre
Her grace, her beauty, her evolution
Seduced and sedated low in the mire
A game to her, a sad institution
Many a man and many a poor soul
Forgotten, forsaken, under duress
Once cheery and bright, innocent and whole
Now with a vacancy deep in their chest
This game everlasting only she plays
The conquered and victim with her shall stay
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