She is in another world,
Kiss her goodbye,
She cannot see us
With her clear eyes,
She's in the young world,
We're in the old.
She has to leave us
And walk in the cold.
Your coat won't wrap her in,
It's not the style.
Don't go a step with her,
She's gone a mile.
This roof won't shelter her,
These walls are strange,
Our love won't comfort her,
She needs the pain.
She has to leave us
And walk through the glass
Into far places
Where we cannot pass.
Ours is a warm house,
Always the same,
She's in the young world
That has no name.
Don't try to keep her,
Leave her alone,
If she turns to look at you,
You'll turn to stone.
Better she forgets us
And goes on her way
Into the bitter world
Where we cannot be.
She is in another world,
Kiss her goodbye,
She cannot see us
With her clear eyes,
She's in the young world,
We're in the old.
She has to leave us
And walk in the cold.
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