Here I can breathe Safe from the scorn I them crying But from afar Write me a secret letter Hidden in a rose I will be here on soiled knees A prisoner of the world I sewed An escape from all I know Holding on to one last dream When I wake I realize I am alone Write me a secret letter Hidden in a rose I will be here on soiled knees A prisoner of the world I sewed And in the night you may hear my desperate cry From distant halls now dark Calling from beynd the walls of Trianon Where as my life gone
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