A spectral form came down from the north
Through wandering sailors
The shipyards the bridges
And into the city square

She asked for the bookseller's house
Holding a guitar
A myrtle and rose-wreath
Set in her flowing hair

The summer moon lifted its veil
Shown on the pavement
The backyards and the bushes
The ripening apple trees

White as wool the river at her back
She slipped through the fence
Of the bookseller's house
At the foot of the mountain

A golden arrow
Leading her bow
The wolves stand beside her
A feathers, she lets go

An apple
Placed on top of the head
Is split
In two

The sky may be falling
The ground may be sinking
The pages are filling
The story keeps spinning

Lyrics submitted by Ferrero33

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