Bring paper to flower and fur
And move towering manors around
Turn spherule to velvet and water
And change things that surround.
She was angelic than my sorcery
My seraph, my priceless treasure
While I beguiled all the gallery
Death clipped me in a juncture.
All my conjury was in vain
Magic couldn't keep her alive
As she writhed and cried in pain
Darkness kissed her out of life.
Was she just another illusion
That darted past a charmer's vision?
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