She walks a lonely road.
It's all she's done.
It's all she knows.
Maybe she'd stop.
But where would she go?
If the lonely road
is all she knows?
Clad in red,
And clad in white,
Follow they will
And follow they might.
One is blood,
Thick and strong.
Bold as brass
And death prolonged.
The other is pure,
Pure as gold.
Lighted high
Winged old.
Whisper they will,
Into her ear.
She may be alone
But she feeleth the fear.
She walks a lonely road.
It's all she's done.
It's all she knows.
Maybe she'd stop.
But where would she go?
If the lonely road
Is all she knows?
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