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On a misty moor she stands

All alone against the world

Empty eyes like pearls

Say it all without words

An evening dress with scarlet stains a

Cutting razor, blood red mess

No more tears of bitter shame just

Dark red liquid on her wrists

A picture without a frame

Doomed to eternal flame

It's a crying shame

On a misty shore he stands

All alone with his thoughts

He closed his eyes once again

But lost what he saw

A virgin sky with angel-white clouds

Turns into an ugly whore

Time has passed like all his best years

There'll be no more open doors

A headstone without a name

Engraved with eternal flame

You just lost the game

A picture without a frame

Doomed to eternal flame

It's a crying shame