Little Lady Xiao looked up from her window
Clouds in swirling pattern, they gently did flow
Little Lady Xiao slept early, solemn night
Not before a prayer, to the lady in white~
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the lady in white, hiding in the clouds
her wouded back, muffled crying sounds~
scattered in the sky, her twinkling tears
silent misery, do you know her fears~?
a misty sorrow, in the evening chill
it touched my skin, oh can you feel~?
and light is fading still, as colors cry
i dont know why, please tell me why~
in a pillow of clouds, unbearably cold
her side of story, remains untold~
the lady in hiding, concealed from sight
and without a fight, she cries tonight~
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