She was the lily of the valley wildly sweeping the Hollow
Like a poem scrawled across a blank page
Every spire chimes on the hour on the hour of noon
Breathing sweetly over the hillside Forget-me-not
Sweetie, we knew we were in trouble when we began using our given names
Seeds we've sown we will never see bloom
Every spire chimes on the hour on the hour of noon
Breathing sweetly over the hillside Forget-me-not
I may burn
I may fall
I will never fade away