She sunk into a bed of roses
wrapped in the sheets of dreams
purified in the name of devotion
identified with the passionate sin
never cared if she wins or loses
always stared where the light beams
personified as the priestess of emotion
cursed as the magical spin
laying in the hands of fate
filled with hope
thrilled to elope
to where nobody is found
and no turning around
deaf and mute
definite and absolute
chained and free
her fight is to be
the mummy that retains
the secrets of darkness
adorned with the recited spells of love
martyred in the time of creation.
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