Over by the mystic falls yonder,
Where beneath the weeping willows she wonders.
Where the wind is a whisper,
She never has a nightmare.
Coal black and mysterious,
Making all who see her curious.
Where the dead language is still spoken,
Where no one is unfair.
She disappears without a trace,
She is beautiful and full of grace.
If you take interest
In Phantom's Mistress,
I pray that you beware.
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