A siren's call, a fading light, 
‎Like lustreless daguerrotype
‎Sharp features carved, a knowing gaze, 
‎Lost in her dreams through endless days
‎A perfect world, a sweet confine, 
‎With treasured things eternally thine 
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‎A saint's calm hands at peaceful rest, 
‎A muse's heart within her chest
‎She sees within, and far away 
‎And poet's soul is in disarray
‎To live forever, legends say, 
‎You must surrender to decay 
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‎Where did she go, the girl i knew?
On shores of Lethe she's drinking dew?
Or lies beneath, where earth is deep?
Photographs still her secrets keep - 
Postmortem chic, dull silk and lace
And shadows flicker on her face