Her feet dances like flower petals in the wind,
Her feet dances like flower petals in the wind, Her voice like stones skipping on the water.
Her kisses are like sin,
Her kisses are like sin, She takes herself to the alter.
Though her mind may be shattered glass,
Though her mind may be shattered glass, Her smile burns the darkness.
Her tears are like dew on grass,
Her tears are like dew on grass, How could she call herself heartless?
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