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Lyrics
O’ dear child of grace
Whilst thou plucks flowers
Into long braids,
Won’t you show me your face
Nymph of the settlers place
So delicate
Beyond the average
Above the rest
O’ sleeping beauty
Get your rest
So deserved,
Sleeping under a spell
Of old wishing wells
All the ghost stories to tell
Down there
O’ sweet daughter of the moon
I find you dancing around the flame
And in my soul,
I know
I used to
Burn the same as you
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, alternative rock, grunge, post-grunge, acoustic rock, melodic metal, melodic hard rock, hard rock, punk, emo
Credits
Prompt byprettylittlefilly
ModelAria v5.5
