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Jared

“The lady in the seashore has a strange tattoo,

She came to me and said: “I had it made for you,

So come on, my poet, sing a song of yours,

Sing to me a song that will save the poor.”

She lives by the road, right upon the hill.

She cares about the ones who are in love or ill.

That place is called:

The White Palace Of Dreams,

But it's not exactly the way that it seems.”

Every time you go until that dark door,

You don’t have to say what you came for,

Just tell her your name before you get in

And you won't need to say what you're feeling.

In the night, if you see that the evil’s near,

You are not allowed to feel any fear,

'Cos they know that the Lady In The Seashore

Won't let them take you away anymore.

She's the first daughter of the strong King Crow,

Who lives with the Queen Dove and a sweet vow;

Living in love until the bitter end,

Something many humans can't understand.

The palace is hidden in a fortress of green,

That's why just a few have ever seen

The sweet lady has a weird ancient name,

Just the King Crow knows from whom it came.

Maybe it was written in the skin of a goddess

Or it's just another word that's meaningless.

The lady is flying away with her silver wings,

She left in the wind the words the poet sings.

She knows it's always too late to hate,

Even if we are alone, 'cos this is our fate.