Of course she is trapped
Behind her brown coat and green dress straps
She is but a pillar of salt
For she looked back due to love’s fault
Her pearls perhaps Plant her in destiny
But her eyes speak of hidden mysteries
She is surely tortured and make out to be
Apart of Gilded history
Behind her brown coat and green dress straps
She is but a pillar of salt
For she looked back due to love’s fault
Her pearls perhaps Plant her in destiny
But her eyes speak of hidden mysteries
She is surely tortured and make out to be
Apart of Gilded history
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