Blossoms floating
On the face of the lake
Marks the watery grave
Of the fair Ophelia...
On the face of the lake
Marks the watery grave
Of the fair Ophelia...
Currents moving motes
That fly between the light
Dancing to the sound of angels
Singing aloud and rushing on and on...
Soundless flowers falling
To the rippling lake
Covering the evidence
Of the fair Ophelia...
Humming ringing whirlpools
Moving roots of white
Weighing down limbs in velvet
Sinking down and singing on and on...
Ripples washing
On the sand of the shore
Echoing the silent sigh
Of the fair Ophelia...
Currents moving motes
That fly between the light
Dancing to the sound of angels
Singing aloud and rushing on
Humming ringing whirlpools
Moving roots of white
Weighing down limbs in velvet
Sinking down and singing on and on...
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