The Lady Has Left The House
Cover the mirrors
and stop the clocks
The Lady has left the house.
Gone without fanfare
without any noise
the only thing left are echoes of joy.
Bar the windows
and lock the doors
she's gone away,she's here no more.
The children are mourning
outside the wind wails
the cold house is empty, she left no trail.
Although she's now gone
she still sometimes speaks
a whisper on the wind, a floorboard creaks.
She smiles through flowers
and birds sing in the rain
the Lady is close, she's returned once again.
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