O my Eliza, why leavest me? When kindred spirit found in thee. What once was hope has turned to pain, His gentle heart's been ripped in twain. I watch him cry a midnight tear, Tremble and quake in silent fear. For she who's heart was meant to fly Has turned away, has passed us by.
O my Eliza, I pray you'll see The plan that's laid in front of thee, Revealed before thine Angeled eyes By glories stream across the skies. Remembrance of a promise made, A path once started, now delayed. O please Eliza, turn around, Return to where your Joy be found!
~ the Priestess
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