The black queen She swings in that old dream The dame keeps burning in the flame The beauty thinks a burning chance! Begins the dance For the trees that shall arise On the clear night, The enigma in this light, Change all The mirror on the wall The queen dances Les dames sв'Г©lancent Thatв's all, flames in the blue
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