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Dies ! Purple skies ! Down the lane ! Treads on the emerald lawn ! I wonder, where is she now ? I can't wait, To meet her eyes ! So awake ! Chill before the warmth ! Swift clouds in the distance, the first ray of light... Trying to look at straight, in her hollow eyes... Mine filled up with tears as I thought about, Those moments we shared, under the setting sun. So we went to the tunnel, where Amy lies, I was so afraid, not knowing what would raise from the dark, Light slowly fell upon her bed, as she woke up, She stands like a statue, She glitters like gold. From Letras Mania