Lily's eyes
[NEVILLE]
Strangely quiet, but now the storm
Simply rests to strike again
Standing, waiting, I think of her
I think of her
[ARCHIBALD]
Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room
Yet remains, she lingers on
Something stirs me to think of her
I think of her
[NEVILLE]
From death she casts her spell
All night we hear her sighs
And now a girl has come
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