The Maze



Then in the night, the lonely night,
the moon she comes, the moon she calls,
and then like silvered teardrops falls,
upon the ruin, the broken walls,
the empty path, the empty halls,
where our love used to live.

Then wander I between the days,
within the mist, the silent haze,
forever lost within the maze,
where our love used to live.

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