I stand strong on a blistery hill
I watch the sea roll and churn with the tide
When a lover came by with a knife in his hand
And drew forth his blade; cut through my side
As snow falls down from a gloomy grey sky
That lover returns with a rose crimson red
He lays it a my feet with a shivering hand
Then left me to watch over a city so dead
Looking over the cliffs at the summer storm
The lover returned one night, then ran away
And years passed by, the rose was lost
He left for the world, while I must stay
Years passed by slowly, five and then ten
When the lover returned with a girl in tow
He pointed to the heart he stabbed in my side
Then pointed to the water and whispered, “Let’s go.”
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