There at the long wide hall
A lady in a teagown she was not so tall
He shoulders were hugged by a shawl
The place was large, she looked small
At the sight of her shuffling towards the altar
She halted and looked from afar,
Near to where I am seated, I was alarmed
I swore I was enchanted by her, she's a beautiful star
The benches were empty and soon became silent
The candles she lightened emitted a lavender scent
Making me wonder what are those weird candles meant
Maybe a lover who fell in his eternal rest?
Who knows why she had such unique way to pray
More than those sweet-scented candles and papers she laid
You can see a vivid remorse on her pleasant face
A little grim on her face that I will never forget
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
There at the long wide hall
A lady in a teagown she was not so tall
He shoulders were hugged by a shawl
The place was large, she looked small
At the sight of her shuffling towards the altar
She halted and looked from afar,
Near to where I am seated, I was alarmed
I swore I was enchanted by her, she's a beautiful star
The benches were empty and soon became silent
The candles she lightened emitted a lavender scent
Making me wonder what are those weird candles meant
Maybe a lover who fell in his eternal rest?
Who knows why she had such unique way to pray
More than those sweet-scented candles and papers she laid
You can see a vivid remorse on her pleasant face
A little grim on her face that I will never forget
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