The
moon is no mistress
She
rides on a white horse
I
followed her home
The
prince is locked up in the tower
The
princess eats alone
The
eye in the sky watches us close
No
one confesses their sins
If
everyone wins
The
children are pardoned
After
being fed a fatal dose
The
eye in the sky watches us close
The
dead are gathering in the dark
Their
voices are gone
They
no longer breathe
The
tide is rising
The
ship is off course
The
moon is no mistress
She
rides a white horse
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