She has lit candles. The room is dim, dark and foreseeing. Shadows are cast upon her face, showing her for what she really is.
Soft music can be heard from far away.
She closes her eyes, and gives every appearance of peaceful.
Appearances can be deceiving, can't they?
The candlelight shows him that her face is dry.
She never cries. Not really.
Cold, cold water surrounds me now
And all I've got is your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost
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