Vibeke
She is so sweet to me
Her lovely lullabies are my fix
An angel on earth she is
With her voice she could break the lunar love
She is my muse
But where did she go
My angelic-gothic queen
A siren has fell
What is left to take her place
A wench from the south
Such a terrible fate for her band of legends
Tristania has surely died
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